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..

Friday, July 20, 2012

R.I.P. Colorado 12

I imagine he did it to be remembered. The time, place, and drama of it speaks volumes to that. But he won't get that much from me. Won't even post his name here. The only people who deserve remembrance are those who lost their lives today. Rest in peace to the victims of this bullshit. Hearts to the families and friends that won't be able to experience those loved ones anymore.

The victims names:

Veronica Moser-Sullivan, 6
Alexander Boik, 18
Micayla Medek, 23

Jessica Ghawi, 24
Alex Teves, 24
Jonathan Blunk, 26
Matt McQuinn, 27
Alex Sullivan, 27
John Larimer, 27
Jesse Childress, 29
Rebecca Ann Wingo, 32
Gordon W. Cowden, 51

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Strangers Know Best



Remember when every word you said to one another carried more weight than modern America? Now remember the last time you tried to give him or her good advice? Remember the look that was returned like the advice you gave started with "Yo' momma so whatever"? What the hell happened?

I think every relationship reaches a tipping point when it comes to communication at some point. Communication tends to be inversely proportional to the time spent between two people growing together. For the arithmetic impaired, that means the listening fades as the anniversary count ticks up.

That's all fine and good. Your advice isn't always the best so maybe there's a reason he or she started tossing it like that fatty part on a bad cut of steak. Maybe it's not all meat anymore in your old age. But the kicker comes when the advice you gave somehow gets followed when it is spoken through the voice of someone who is not you.

Him: "The garbage man told me that I should probably quit before these things kill me."

Her: "The intern told me that I could stand to lose a little weight."

Him/Her: "That mo fo was right!"

That's when the look he or she gave you before shows up on your face this time. So why is it that your words have become shit flakes in the wind compared to those of any person that is not you?

I guess that's just one of those mysteries that accompany the swindle the people before me call love. Perhaps I should go back in time and tell those people a thing or two about love.. After an argument with the spouse I imagine would be the most opportune time.