on seeing the president last night....
i was surrounded by 25,000 screaming republicans. it felt like something out of the twilight zone. i thought that a few other anti-bush heads might have done some work to get tickets for this thing, but evidently not.
it was held on a farm and the most telling sign that it was a republican rally rather than, say, a place where normal people convened was the amount of garbage everywhere within only a half-hour of the start of the event.
"hi, we're here to trample all over your property, vote for a guy that will more than likely put your farm out of business while defending the country from "turrists," and we're also going to leave a huge fucking mess for you to clean up."
one of the first speakers referred to disenfranchised black voters in florida as "felons." this was followed by the introduction of about ten members of the philadelphia eagles. i'm not sure if they knew that most of the best eagles players are black.
one woman, clinging to a tray of garbage, engaged me in conversation about my septum piercing and asked a million questions about the process of actually piercing it.
"what do they do? just jam a stick through there?"
she asked that sincerely. not a hint of sarcasm or disdain.
there was a huge group of orthodox jews there who i pointed out to my girlfriend that might be our only liberal mates at the entire event. but then i realized that if so many black people didn't care about their votes not really counting, then maybe a bunch of jews didn't care about dubya's blaring hypocritical christianity and his complete inaction regarding the israel/palestine conflict. so who was to say why they were there? i didn't feel like asking i guess.
i would like to say that the most terrifying thing was the ominous silhouette of secret service snipers looking down on us with an eerie moon at their backs, but i can't.
the scariest thing was seeing that man speak and hearing the cheers of grown adults and the waving of flags by young unsuspecting children and the realization that there is a very good possibility that he might win. or not win but win again.
amd then, as if god had ordered it himself, dubya stopped speaking, the crowd roared, fireworks were detonated, and over the loudspeakers could be heard the opening bars of... no bullshit... "the final countdown." i could have wept if i wasn't so enraged.
remember when bruce springsteen was talking all that shit on reagan for using "born in the usa" as his campaign theme song in 84? i wonder what europe would have to say about this.
i know that waterworld is inevitable and that the dolphins will be our masters before the century is over, but please go out and vote for anyone but this scumbag. just this once?
with that said, i don't have anyone to go to with me to subhumans in philly tonight. and that makes me sad.
i was surrounded by 25,000 screaming republicans. it felt like something out of the twilight zone. i thought that a few other anti-bush heads might have done some work to get tickets for this thing, but evidently not.
it was held on a farm and the most telling sign that it was a republican rally rather than, say, a place where normal people convened was the amount of garbage everywhere within only a half-hour of the start of the event.
"hi, we're here to trample all over your property, vote for a guy that will more than likely put your farm out of business while defending the country from "turrists," and we're also going to leave a huge fucking mess for you to clean up."
one of the first speakers referred to disenfranchised black voters in florida as "felons." this was followed by the introduction of about ten members of the philadelphia eagles. i'm not sure if they knew that most of the best eagles players are black.
one woman, clinging to a tray of garbage, engaged me in conversation about my septum piercing and asked a million questions about the process of actually piercing it.
"what do they do? just jam a stick through there?"
she asked that sincerely. not a hint of sarcasm or disdain.
there was a huge group of orthodox jews there who i pointed out to my girlfriend that might be our only liberal mates at the entire event. but then i realized that if so many black people didn't care about their votes not really counting, then maybe a bunch of jews didn't care about dubya's blaring hypocritical christianity and his complete inaction regarding the israel/palestine conflict. so who was to say why they were there? i didn't feel like asking i guess.
i would like to say that the most terrifying thing was the ominous silhouette of secret service snipers looking down on us with an eerie moon at their backs, but i can't.
the scariest thing was seeing that man speak and hearing the cheers of grown adults and the waving of flags by young unsuspecting children and the realization that there is a very good possibility that he might win. or not win but win again.
amd then, as if god had ordered it himself, dubya stopped speaking, the crowd roared, fireworks were detonated, and over the loudspeakers could be heard the opening bars of... no bullshit... "the final countdown." i could have wept if i wasn't so enraged.
remember when bruce springsteen was talking all that shit on reagan for using "born in the usa" as his campaign theme song in 84? i wonder what europe would have to say about this.
i know that waterworld is inevitable and that the dolphins will be our masters before the century is over, but please go out and vote for anyone but this scumbag. just this once?
with that said, i don't have anyone to go to with me to subhumans in philly tonight. and that makes me sad.
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why care if europe is pissed?
you don't vote for someone because you don't like them? you obviously are voting for the wrong reason
im not voting for the singular reason that if i did, i would not be able to shit talk those that do, and you know how i enjoy shit talking for the sake of shit talking
i doubt nader worries anyone
you don't have to vote to be entitled to an opinion in someone's journal.
i did not throw out the sample ballot because i wanted to make sure you had something to cry yourself to sleep with tonight