November 2nd, 2004

presidential flip off

Stop mad cowboy disease


1. Brush teeth, S.S.S.
2. Work
3. Depose evil world leader
4. Gym

And with L.A. ballot #004111, I recorded my vote against George W. Bush, arguably one of the worst presidents in United States' history, certainly in our lifetime.

No matter what happens tonight, I feel at least proud that my city did the right thing. Over the past few weeks, I have been astonished to be sitting at a red light and seeing all the Kerry/Edwards bumper stickers on cars. Seriously, I'd count every car around me with one. This may not seem as amazing to those outside of L.A. who don't realize that we: (a) obsessively wash our cars, and (b) hardly ever put on bumper stickers. Our bumper stickers per capita figure may match the rest of the country, but that's mainly because of the occasional outspoken vegan who has filled every inch of the backside of his VW van with bumper stickers. The rest of us avoid it like a religious fundamentalist avoids thinking. In all seriousness, I don't know how I'd have survived in another city where "W" stickers adorned cars. It certainly wouldn't have helped my road rage, I can tell you that.

I was a bit taken back, however, when the poll worker at my precint told me I had to remove the Kerry/Edwards pin on my shirt—as was the other poll worker, who immediately told him she'd never heard that before. He then told her that he was told they would have to go so far as tell someone to turn his shirt inside out. I called it free speech; he called it "electioneering." I began to hope they wouldn't go so far as to tow my car with the Kerry bumper sticker. Whatever. It honestly had served its purpose. I didn't want the poll workers thinking I was voting for W when they saw the "R" next to my name.

Anywho... the race is on. Here's to hoping we show the world we have the sense not to reelect someone with this kind of track record. If not, I fear we won't be welcome visitors anywhere. And, honestly, who could blame them?

My prediction, FWIW, is it's going to be a bumpy ride, but America will choose the douche and not the turd sandwich. I don't think the election will be as close as we've been told. Media is reporting record turnout. High turnout is never good for the incumbent.

Meanwhile, I'll probably be praying to the Absolut gods at Here tonight. Collapse )
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WOO HOO! Obama defeats rabid homophobe Alan Keyes. Keyes, if you recall, is the one who ran his entire campaign on an anti-gay platform, even going to far as to attack within party lines, calling Cheney's daughter a "selfish hedonist."

From Y! News: "CHICAGO - Barack Obama, the son of a Kenyan father and an American mother who shot from obscurity to political stardom in mere months, trounced Republican Alan Keyes on Tuesday to claim a Senate seat in Illinois. He will be just the third black U.S. senator since Reconstruction."

In other news, the Internet is breaking down... Scotty, we need more power!

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An open letter to the world

I'm sorry.

I don't understand what happened. I guess I, and many others, underestimated the utter stupidity of the American electorate. I cannot fathom how any thinking and caring human being could justify punching the ballot for that man—that hateful, bigot who actually thinks Jesus speaks to him at night. It's unfathomable... It's ridiculous... It's... just... wow.

You know, over 80% of you in the world, if given the chance, would have voted against him. Unfortunately, the myopic retards with the power to elect the leader of our country had their heads up their asses for the past four years. Seriously, I wonder if they were even paying attention. 1,200 of our troops lost their lives fighting a war to make Haliburton richer, and we Bush arrogantly pissed off the entire world doing it. I'm sorry that because we are a super power, you too will have to deal with the fucking idiot for another four years. Just sleep well knowing the stupid son-of-a-bitch doesn't run your country as well. Be thankful that your country isn't a trillion dollars in debt due to the utter arrogance and idiocy of a simple, simple man and his fervent followers. But don't worry, they'll all pray tonight for you—all of them and Fred Phelps.

Of course, as I write this, the election is still undecided, but the mere fact that this election is too close too call speaks volumes for the rampant stupidity that plagues this country of our's. Voters in 11 states approved constitutional amendments denying gay Americans of their rights to love the person they choose to love—yes, that's right, they amended their state constitutions. One of our states, Mississippi, actually approved the measure by 6 to 1—that's SIX TO ONE. Can you believe that? If that doesn't prove the caliber of people you're dealing with in this country, I don't know what does.

I am utterly, utterly disgusted and ashamed of my country tonight. I'll probably regret the tone of this message in the morning, but right now I just simply don't care.

To those of you who voted for Bush: what the fuck were you thinking? Clearly, you weren't. History will record this man the worst president in United States history. And history will record you a fool. Sleep well knowing that. But, truthfully I don't think you care about anything beyond your bank balance or perhaps it's your hatred of gays or your religious zealotry that caused your lapse of sensibility.

To those gay Americans who voted for Bush, well, you should just simply be ashamed of yourselves—seriously, seriously ashamed. You have betrayed your friends and loved ones in the name of greed, and your friends will pay the price for that. Bravo, but at least your taxes will be lower, right? After all, that's what life's all about. Forget equality, civil rights, love, respect, dignity... those aren't really important.

So... I guess, this concludes my apology to the world, and my giant fuck you to the electorate of the United States of America. How you manage to put your pants on in the morning and speak in coherent sentences quite frankly amazes me, and probably much of the world. Let me put this all in words that perhaps even you can understand: U R BIG MO-RON. As for me, right now, I don't even know if I want to stay in this country. Part of me wants to stay and fight—and let me tell, I will fight you fucking tooth and nail. But another part of me wants to leave. Leave to a country where virtues such as integrity and equality actually matter and aren't just sound bites spoken by ignorant fools during election time, while wrapping themselves in the flag. I hear Australia is nice this time of year, and the weather rivals that we have in Southern California.

Then again, maybe this is all simply the mojitos speaking, mixed with a bit of sadness and sour grapes... or maybe it's the ugly, blunt, honest truth of how I feel. Who knows? I won't til these strong emotions subside, and mojitos fade. But one thing won't change in the morning: I'm seriously disappointed in my country tonight. Seriously and honestly disappointed.

I just don't know what happened. I've lost all faith in this place. This was such a clear cut decision. I don't know of any other election that had such a clearly, and utterly right answer.

This is just surreal.
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