The Wee Democracy

true lies

i can hear the republican convention on the tv in the other room.

i was going to write some kind of scathing commentary about the lies and bullshit and general exploitation of your tired, your poor by the people who care the least about them.

i was going to attack guiliani and mccain for kowtowing to the party line, for endorsing a man who STILL cannot pronounce nuclear, and who has the mentality of a frat boy, and the intelligence of a crack-addled 7 year old.

i was going to cheer on michael moore, even though i don't always agree with him, for having the brass balls it takes to walk into the lion's den with a steak necklace on.

i was going to point and laugh and W for admitting that we can't win the war on terror.

i was going to say that arnold should have stuck to fighting predators and terminating and jingling all the way.

i was going to criticize the sickening parade of 9-11 victims brought out on the stage so that they could tug at our heartstrings and make us forget that it was the ineptitude of the current regime that led to it.

i was going to give a massive thumbs up to the 100,000+ folks who got up and protested and had the moxy to make all those fake caskets and to give a collective finger to the president.

i was going to do all that. but i can't. i'm too goddamn angry.

instead, i'm going to throw up.



feeling: happy as a lark, can't you tell?
thinking of: che
song of the day: californication - red hot chili peppers
born and raised by those who praise control of population. everybody's been there and i don't mean on vacation.