Friday, September 7, 2012

Love > Hate



Mitt Romney is going to LOSE the 2012 presidential election because Mitt Romney's supporters HATE Barack Obama.

Barack Obama is going to WIN the 2012 presidential election because Barack Obama's supporters LOVE Barack Obama.

LOVE > HATE

Another Day Another Dollar

Happy Friday.

I hope you got more than a dollar today. If not it may be time to ask your boss for a raise. Or quit..

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Oh Hell No!

It's no secret that I love my President. It aint cuz he's black or cuz he's a Democrat. It's cuz he's mulatto.

No that's not totally true, tho that's reason enough for me. I love Barack Obama as our President because he's the perfect mix of good and strong. It takes a strong man to even reach the Presidency. It takes an even stronger man to hold on to who you are with that much power in your hands. What I love even more is that he's not stubborn or overly political. He makes adjustments and compromises where needed and doesn't always do the thing that will get him support or make him look good politically. He's a role model for all people, not just African Americans. He's more like what we need in America.

On the other hand, he did seem a bit naive when he was elected. He ran on a platform that was surreal. A lot of America bought into the fantasy and his re-election campaign is suffering because of it. Looking back wondering why every promise wasn't fulfilled and who this human being is that took over for the historical figure that was elected the first black President with the promise of hope and change. He got the Nobel Prize too soon, then proved to be relentless in the War on Terror with drone strikes galore. He's the Oprah Winfrey of drone strikes. You get a drone strike! You get a drone strike!

Of course, I'm not mad either way. I don't expect much more from other people than I feel I myself am capable of. I can't say what I would do as President accurately. Anyone who thinks they can is either a Republican or a liar. Same thing I guess now days. Bill Clinton gave one hell of a speech nominating Barack Obama last night. He basically took everything that Republicans have been saying over this election and told you why it was utter bullshit. I bought it. Of course, I barely believed the Republicans to begin with, but I was willing to listen for the sake of fairness.

This however is not an election about fairness. This election is about survival. The Republicans are the man holding America hostage at gunpoint still trying to negotiate in order to save his own life. You see, if Republicans don't win and Obama succeeds beyond just being elected, America may just learn to favor the ideas of the Democratic party. Conservative principles are outdated. It has proven to ruin things in the past and the changing America is rejecting it more everyday. Gay marriage is inevitable. Choice of abortion is inevitable. These things are liberties that the Republicans just haven't realized all Americans deserve yet.. Like the right to vote. Of course now they are even challenging that. If you're hope of winning is slim to none, well you may as well fucking cheat, right?

Wrong.

Clinton simplified the Republican argument beautifully last night:

"We left him a total mess.. He hasn't cleaned it up fast enough so fire him and put us back in!"

The Republicans asked a good question in this election. Does Obama deserve a second term? I think so. But I think a better question is "Do Republicans deserve to run this country again after destroying it and doing everything in their power to prevent anyone else from fixing it?"

That was rhetorical.. Read the damn title..

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Hold up, Jack!

This blog post is an homage to a recent habit I picked up. Pretty sure it's an old man habit. I'm only "like 30" and I spend most of my time at home so I'm not sure where I'm picking up old man habits.

Hmm.. That's hardly introspective of me.

Whatever, Jack! There it is.

I have a cat. OK, I don't have a cat but that's neither here nor there. There is a feline-like creature living in my bedroom. His name is Punky. His friends call him Punkalicious. I call him Jack.. or whatever feels right in the moment. It usually goes something like this:

I return home from fighting the power, usually with food. I enter my bedroom and greet him with pets.. Usually the currency of domestic dogs, but Punky will take pets in small quantities. He doesn't automatically notice that I have food. Once I open the bag, he knows.. Initially all he does is look. Even if I'm not looking at him, I can feel the black face and yellow eyes in my direction. When he realizes I'm actually gonna sit there and eat my food and not offer him any, he decides to do the polite thing and come closer so that presenting him with food will come more at ease. He's not a dog, though he exhibits many dog like qualities. He doesn't just sit on the floor hoping to catch a scrap or two. No, he hops right up onto my table and goes for the gold. My first response is a nudge and a "Fall back, Jack!"

So yeah. That's that. Leave a comment, Jack..