It's Stupid Time

let's all take a nice gentle step back here people and remember:

it makes no difference at all.

a) national guard service during the vietnam war is as important as peanut vending during the world series.
b) it was thirty years ago.
c) squabbling about his attendance at fly-boy camp implies that it has some vague merit to begin with. it does not. whether or not you read all the little descriptive plaques at the Smithsonian Air & Space Museum is irrelevent during a discussion of who is an astronaut.
d) i do not fucking care who is a soldier to begin with. good for george for not going to fight during the vietnam war. even kerry admits it was a dumb fucking idea.

and kerry, get a life. "going to war is bad if you've gone to war but there's a reason to not go to war if the reason is real sometimes we go to war to fight but fighting is wrong if we can fight together i sure am brave."

yeah. right. i got a medal for you right here.

my sincerest regret is that this year i did not do what i did during the last presidential election, which is go to australia for a month. of course that backfired when two weeks post-election, the election still dragged on and i had all sorts of australians laughing at me. then i came home and we still weren't sure who the damn president was.

when i first decided to write about this national guard/election bullshit, i was thinking: making a stink about georgie skipping his drills would be akin to me not getting a promotion because i skipped my Great Books lectures freshman year of college.

yep. i only went to the first one and then didn't show up again until the final exam. why? because i didn't need to go. my going to Great Books lectures served as much purpose as georgie going to national guard drills.

we all know even if we did stay in the vietnam war, he would not have put his training to use overseas. he wasn't going to fight anything more strenuous then a hangover.

and now, i must admit, i'm having a hard time stomaching a vote for kerry. he's such a ponce. where's a politician with spine? where's a politician who will say what he or she believes rather than what the polls tell him mrs. o'cranky from crusted butt, colorado wants to hear?

while i'm griping about the state of the world... reading the sunday paper it seems like all across the world, people are going conservative.

in iran, the're rolling back women's rights.
in france, they're pining for the days of corporeal punishment in school.
in the american south, they're hoping for a war in israel so the messiah will come back.

i quote bill moyers: "… One estimate puts these people at about 15 percent of the electorate. Most are likely to vote Republican; they are part of the core of George W. Bush’s base support. He knows who they are and what they want. When the president asked Ariel Sharon to pull his tanks out of Jenin in 2002, more than one hundred thousand angry Christian fundamentalists barraged the White House with e-mails, and Mr. Bush never mentioned the matter again."

this is not what i want to be thinking about on monday morning.

i'd rather be thinking about the absolutely hysterical couple i met on friday night. or the nice new blinds we finally got around to hanging so we can get frisky in the living room. or the peach blackberry pie madhavi made yesterday.

oh. and the philadelphia orchestra is striking. that can't be good news for us here at the sf symphony.

wait. i will try to close with some good news. um. er. uh.

okay. on saturday night i called hippie bill and he said, "hey, you getting the boys together to play some yahtzee!?"

that's exactly what i was doing. that hippie bill is a goddamn precog.