Four Kicks

I'm on a Kings of Leon kick lately.  I'm really loving their music.  (See post title.)

"Let us not seek the Republican answer or the Democratic answer, but the right answer.  Let us not fix the blame for the past.  Let us accept our own responsibility for the future."--John F. Kennedy

Anyway, today was Election Day, and I must say I am very disappointed in the people of the United States.  How could you vote for the party that dug us into the huge hole we are in now?  How could you let the party that accused our President of being a non-citizen because he spent a large part of his childhood outside the US, who challenged the authenticity of his birth certificate because his father was from Kenya, who questioned his religion and his ties to terrorism simply based on the middle name of Hussein, the House majority?  How could you simply forget how we teetered on the precipice of another Great Depression?  How could you forgive a party who led us into a war based on false pretenses?  How could you just blindly turn your head and forget?

How could you give up so quickly on change?

What ever happened to "Yes we can"?

I'm so tired of all the he said/she said red state/blue state elephant/donkey bullshit.  I'm so tired of all the partisan drama and the hate and the poorly veiled blatant racism and the anti-Muslim, anti-Hispanic rhetoric.  I'm tired of the Rush Limbaughs and the Glenn Becks and the Michael Steeles and the Sarah Palins of the conservative world that make us all wonder if the Republican party has gone mad.  I'm so tired of watching every move Barack Obama makes get attacked on Fox News.

He's our fucking President, if you like him or not, if you voted for him or not.  Show some goddamn respect.  I didn't like Bush, but I showed him respect.  My party showed him respect, even when he dragged thousands of men and women off to die in the Middle East to fight in countries that didn't want us there.  I showed his party respect, even when they touted the gay marriage ban and the suggestion of overturning Roe v. Wade.  I respected him because he was our leader, even though I voted for John Kerry in my very first election.  I think that the rest of the country should respect Obama in the same fashion.

I have to admit that I am becoming disillusioned with our nation's government.  I am tired of watching the GOP block every damn thing that Obama tries to pass through Congress.  I am just so tired of it all.

I propose we start a new party.  Screw Republican and Democrat and Independent.  I say we start the party of NOW.  It has never been so important to speak up and make your voice heard in government.  It has never been so important to speak out against the bullshit going on in Congress.  It has never been so important to tell Capitol Hill you want change and you want it NOW.

I think I want to be the change that I want to see...Who wants to join me???

"Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time.  We are the ones we've been waiting for.  We are the change that we seek."--Barack Obama

This Is Somewhere

I'm starting to think that this may quite possibly be the worst summer ever.

Well, maybe not EVER, but definitely for this year. Let me illustrate to you via word-agry (You like that? It's like imagery, only instead of pictures, you use words. I know, I know--I'm a F-ing genius...watch out Webster, you're not the only one with an endless supply of seemingly made up words.)...Okay, it's July 11, and it has reached 80 degrees like only six or seven times. That I'm not complaining about. I don't particularly enjoy sub-Saharan temperatures, thank you. No, my problem is the rain. I feel like freaking Noah, except without the ark (and don't get any ideas up there, Big Guy. I'm not handy, I'm not D.I.Y., and I prefer my wild animals to be behind safety enclosures...)...it's ridiculous. Beyond ridiculous.

I barely have the slightest hint of a golden glow--for me, that isn't too unusual. I'm pretty much pasty pale year-round, which is another post altogether, but by July I have a bit of a tan going on. This year? Nothing.

But I digress. It's stopped raining for now, and the sun is attempting to make a fashionably late appearance.

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It's 1:39 pm and I have a double cheeseburger from McDonald's, which can only mean two things: 1.)I'm hungry, and 2.)It's bitchin' time. I'd like to call this Mid-Day Musings Over A Double Cheeseburger. Come, sit.

Okay. I don't like pickles and onions and mustard on my double cheeseburgers. I think those things are pretty gross as individuals (think Sarah Palin or Rush Limbaugh), but put them together and they are disgusting as a whole (the entire GOP). I just get ketchup (or catsup, if you're one of those weird people who spells ketchup as catsup), and if I'm in the mood or not on a diet (which I currently am, which I am sort of breaking at the moment), mayonnaise. Pretty uncomplicated. I'd like to think I'm an uncomplicated person.

Pretty easy, right? How hard could that be to screw up? Ketchup, and quite possibly mayo. It isn't rocket science. You don't need to go to MIT or write a treatise on the toppings of a burger. No. It's simplicity at its best, right? Wrong. Wrongwrongwrongwrong. Those idiots put everything on my double cheeseburger. I didn't buy it; I'm at work and one of my car salesman amigos purchased it for me because I'm just so damn awesome. Perhaps he forgot to mention the only ketchup, perhaps they just screwed up. Anything is possible. However, instead of letting it ruin my already exhausting, waterlogged trainwreck of a day, I just took the top (in the burger business they call that the crown) off my dysfunctional cheeseburger and scraped it (including most of the cheese) all off. I ate it sans crown, because I'm pretty adaptable and mostly hungry and desperate.

I'm partially sated for now, which brings me to my next musing. I have to make a grand entrance at my best friend's son's 4th birthday party tonight. I'm pretty tired, and I'd love to take a nap, but alas, I am a good friend and am attending, albeit reluctantly, with my son Nicky in tow. It'll be a zoo, but I get off at 6, and the party starts at 3, which means by the time I get ready it'll be close to 7. Most of the toddling offenders should be gone by then. Let's all cross our fingers for Lashawn, okay?

I'd really appreciate it.