I stumbled back here after being gone for a good while. Found a comment waiting: "You need to update your blog." She called my boyfriend. So there you go.
On Politics: I am so done with politics. I told myself after 2000, I wouldn't get invested, because I felt like I had something to lose then, and I did. And it hurt. Forget the eight years that followed. So, 2004 was an "eh" year for me, and here we are in 2008 and I'm trying to feel like I don't give a shit about any of it, and truthfully, I don't. OK, I wish I didn't. The thing is: Everyone is so fucking angry. About everything. It's not enough to say you disagree on Barak Obama on the economy or foreign policy. You've got to call him an anti-American, or a Marxist. Or a socialist, at least. Forgetting that fact you probably don't know what the fuck that really means. And it's not just the Republicans. I'm sick of people saying Sara Palin is dumb, that's she doesn't have the experience to be president. Who does? Seriously. What experience is there that can possibly prepare you to be president of the United States? Don't say being a Senator, or whatever quick comeback you're thinking. It was sort of fuckin' retorical. And it would be one thing if it was just us throwing this shit out at the candidates. But we're fucking attacking each other over this stuff. Read some blogs, it's everywhere. There is no debate happening. It's just all hate, all the time. It's US versus THEM, forgetting, of course, that WE are THEM, in the end anyway.
Now I've gone and got my blood pressure up.
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so i was intending to leave actual comment regarding the content of your post. but instead i will tell you how i spent more time trying to figure out what you meant by "she called my boyfriend". my sad sack work-tired self took 5 minutes to realize that you didn't have a boyfriend that biz called to tattle on you to and that it was all a typo for 'me'. i pathetic.
p.s. i now get nervous wearing my obama shirt because i've twice been forced (hostilely!) to defend my position by strangers. chill out dudes.
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