God I love this picture...


I was waiting for Sunday the first of the month to post a new comment, but I just couldn't wait any longer. I was on such a roll too (No posts since Nov. 2!) Interestingly enough, this year, it happens to be the Sunday before Super Tuesday. So, what are you planning on doing that Sunday? I'll probably be working, but I know on Tuesday, I won't be working, I'll be voting. So it looks as if there are going to be 2 choices for you to make this year. Hope or ambivalence. So, to which direction will you be casting your lot. Forward or downward?

I realize that there are a myriad of options, but when it comes down to it (if when you've allowed yourself to be as deluded as I probably am), there really are only two in my eyes. I see one option, bright and shining like a star... After starting slow and getting dragged through the mud, I held fast to the star I'd hitched myself to over a year a go... But now that star is rising fast and is gaining speed, and finally, "for the first time in my life", I believe I'll actually be able to vote for someone I truly want to win and believe will win (well, I was all for Gore too in 2000, but not as enthusiastic). And then there's option two... Apathy, indifference, indecision, intolerance, fear, Republican Party, 3rd Party, not voting... All are the choices of ambivalence to me. Apathy I can understand... Nearly 8, long years have I endured hopelessness, honestly believing that this country was going to continue in an ugly, downward spiral of self-destruction until we all became dumb, impotent, self-righteous and selfish bastards. But then, someone dared to hope... And his message was a contagion that has lifted millions of Americans, just like myself, out of the pits of despair and into the lofty, Ambrosian heights of cloudlike delusion and delight. Political heroin for the masses. I wants me some smack and this man's the dealer:


SOCK IT TO 'EM BARRY! I'LL FOLLOW YOU DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE OR WHEREVER YOU ROAM ('CAUSE, MORE THEN ANYTHING, I WANNA SEE WHAT 80 BUCKS GETS ME OUT OF A CANDIDATE)


There... Now that wasn't so bad was it? 6 months away from your journal and you're blogging like a pro. And yes, I am talking to myself. My ego needs it... (That and my girlfriend is down in Aruba so I've got nothing better to do... But then, I could peruse through months of sets I've missed. By the way, Pistolita is a heart-stopper. Well she manages my blood pressure up anyways. There should be a medical disclaimer on her latest set. Aye Caramba!