I’ve got my little cheat sheet of votes ready to go, and I daresay it’s a mixed bag of choices; yes for chickens and prostitutes (who knew?!) but no for George Bush Sewage Treatment Plant. Because really? Come on. All that energy put into a big practical joke? I’m unimpressed.
Nothing committed to paper on the BIG decision… stay tuned.
So the upshot is, minus the boring parts about what was was said and the “business reasoning” behind it, with four days left until the campaign the decision to “staff reduction” me means they no longer have a Republican writing about the election. I mean God bless ‘em, they made a valiant attempt to pretend to care about both sides, but at the end of the day (or 4 p.m. when my byline stopped having my voice behind it) is that it’s San Francisco. And after 10 months and putting every opinion I had out for the world to judge (incredibly harshly, and sometimes from inside the house) they will have someone writing their “reaction” about the outcome of the election who didn’t actually vote for John McCain. This ought to be good — creative writing at its best. Though I suppose who expects “truth in reporting” from a blog with a cartoon face and a nom de plume at its front? Well, not me. Not anymore anyway.
Divine providence and your impeccable timing, I love thee.
- *UPDATE: Who knew at the time how literal “bombing” would prove to be.
- 5:30 p.m. Bootcamping with Trainer Tim.
- 7:30 p.m. Getting Indian with L. and R. I told you! Cravings that start at 5:45 a.m. must be satisfied.
- After: Curling up with Voters’ Pamphlet. This is it! Filling out the thing tomorrow!
- American Gladiator: Russell Crowe meets Uncle Sam; sandals and stars and stripes.
- Blank Slate: Literally and metaphorically. A call for the latter, while providing the former in the form of a chalk board worn sandwich style. Chalk included.
- A Tweet: Requires a trip to the mall to get one of those programmable LED belt buckles that I can update all night. Plus birdie beak etc.
- Drill Baby Drill: A Black and Decker and a baby costume. . .
- A Democrat: This befuddles me. I have no idea what you people wear--but given I'm also going to vote early on Halloween day, could provide for an interesting layer to the war of ideals.
Knock off all of the ganging up on politicians for daring to utter unrehearsed (though admittedly nutty) sentiments every once in a while. Leave poor Murtha alone. If he really believes his constiuents are “rednecks” and “racists” then by George they probably are. And wouldn’t you rather have someone in charge who calls ‘em like he sees ‘em? And this one: “[A] carpetbagger from Virginia is going to represent a heavily Democratic district? No way. No God damn way.” See?! Charming! True! I’d vote for him just for refusing the sound bite garbage way of campaigning we’ve been buried in for months. That fake crap is more offensive by a landslide.