I have decided to slightly change the focus of the blog

Instead of focusing on news and rarely updating, I will make it an outlet of general troughts and essays. Hopefully, I will update more often.

What makes me feel good about my self.

Sometimes, when things get a little much, we need something to remind us that things aren't all bad. Here is my reminder:

At least I am not as childish as Mallard Fillmore.

Seriously, that is a great comfort to me and gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling that I am not a petty, smallminded and childish person like that. I would point to a specific strip, but, frankly, just read the strips at random, and you will see what I mean.

Flubbing the Oath

The second that Roberts messed up the oath and it tripped Obama, I instinctly knew that this would be neigh: "Duuuuuuuh, Obama bin Laden done messed up the oatmeal of office. He aint not no way no how my president no way!"*.




*My shorthand for "dumb": Cramming as many negatives into a single sentence and I possibly can.

Lamenting George Bush.

He did it. He actually did it. The full eight years. In a few hours, it will all be over, though. Former president George Walker Bush. The most beloved president. The most hated president. He was both, during his eight years.

I can't be the only one who was surprised by all that has happened. When he won, I think that the general attitude was "He seems like a nice guy. I guess that we could leave the country with him for four years. America is doing okay, so why not? Let give him four years, just so he has a story to tell his grandchildren". But alas. He was soon forced into action, by a mad cave-dweller. He had to go to Afghanistan, no question about it. If he had not gone after Osama, he would have had a riot on his hands. But, then he went into Iraq...

I would like to say that George doesn't believe in anything, but that would be wrong. He believes different than me. He believes in american supremacy and he believes in his own supremacy and he believes in Gods supremacy.

George has always frightened me. Because I never knew where I had him. Either he was a puppet, controlled by someone else, or he was extremely smart and extremely manipulative, or he was a puppet without master, free to roam the countrysides on his own. I am not sure which frightens me the most.

Perhaps it is daddy issues. His father is former president George Herbert Bush, a one-termer who also fought a war in Iraq. Perhaps it was an attempt at impressing daddy. "Look dad. I continued your war, and I won. See, daddy? And, and, I was elected twice!". I don't know what Herb thinks of Georges presidency, if he is proud or sad.

No one wants to admit that the leader of the free world is a moron. No one wants to think that. Maybe he wasn't. Maybe he was just a master manipulator, playing on the throught that "we want someone like us to lead us", as if that was a good thing. If America ever throught that, then George destroyed that philosophy. When McCain, just a few months ago, tried to present someone claiming to be like the people as Veep, it came back to bite them. She was beat terribly in her only debate, and the only thing that prevented her ratings from falling to zero was that she, in spite of the odds, did not drool. She looked like a moron, but she did not look clinically retarded. Her interviews did not help to change the view of her as some sort of fool who could not be sent back to Wasilla fast enough. And America finally elected someone smart. But I am loosing my train of throught.

No matter what you think of George, you have to admit, it was impressing how he pulled himself up from a swamp of alcohol, drugs and failure, to become the most powerfull man in the world, the leader of the last super-power. I want to say that this was The American Dream in action, but George never really had to lift himself up from something. He was lifted. The entire Bush Clan have been rich and influental for generations. His great-grandfather Samuel P. Bush, the son of a priest who graduated from Yale, was a bigwig in several major companies over the years and sat on several govornment boards. His grandfather, Prescott S. Bush, was a senator and businessman, and has, in recent years, been accused of having nazi sympathies, or at least having done business with nazi-Germany during the war, and perhaps even having planned a facist coup against FDR. His father, George H.W. Bush was Veep under Reagan and became president afterwards.

And no matter what you think of him, if you are a reasonably intelligent person, you have to hate his divisive rhetoric. For eight years, he has been playing on fear and hate. The very first thing that he did after 9/11 was to remind everyone that you were either with him, or you were a traitor to the nation and deserved no better than to get shot on sight. No, that might not have been the exact words used, but those were the intended meaning behind them. And people swallowed the words raw, without as much as chewing on them for a second. And that is the true tragedy of the Eight Years of Bush.

My plan for peace in Gaza.

Step 1: Remove everybody in the country. Both Israelis and Palestinians. They are clearly not mature enough to have their own place.
Step 2: Find two uninhabited places, far from each other.
Step 3: Give the Israelis and Palestinians each one of the two places. Give them anclemonitors, to prevent them from leaving.
Step 4: Fill Israel/Palestine with buddhists, since "free Tibet" seems to have gone out of fashion. Should they too prove unable to handle their own country, we will send them back.
Step 5: Yay! Lets buy Icecream!

Republicans apparently really hate hope as a concept.

I have read several republicans whose attitude towards Obama was that they essentially just hated hope. Any sort of mention of "The Obama", "The One" and any variant on Hopey McChancey actually means: "Hope? Bah Humbug. I am a republican, and I believe in total hopelessness. People are not allowed to hope for a better life and that their country improves. I voted McCain, because he means sure doom for everybody. Hope is for suckers!"

And so the Palin names live on...

With little Tripp Johnston, son of Bristol Palin. Oh, how those children must dream of a name like Robert or Charles or Mary Ann. The Palin offspring are Trig, Track, Piper, Bristol and... I dunno, Carburator, Loosechange, Printer, Matrix, Truck, Stickypad, Keepleftsign and Princess Sarah II. And now, the grandchild of the great white bore, son of two unwilling teenagers. Good luck Tripp Johnston. You will need it. And rest assured, while I wish for your grandmother to disappear in obscurity, I wish you and your parents, aunts and uncles no ill.