So obviously I haven’t written anything in a while. I have been finding it hard to find time to even put together a coherent thought, much less actually take the time to turn it into something other people will want to read.
Not that I’m really trying to do that in this case, mind you, I just needed to take a break from doing 40 things at once, and MacJournal has a neat little feature that blanks out your whole screen and just gives you simple, large, green text to type with. They say it’s supposed to minimize distractions, and I guess it works for that. Mostly it helps hide all the crap I’m trying to do in the background so I can try to forget about it for a moment.
It’s November 3, and as I write this I am sitting in a hotel in Pleasonton, CA. The highlight of my week is the election tomorrow. I’ve already decided how I’m going to spend my evening: Domino’s pizza, breadsticks, a 2-litre of coke in the room, and Comedy Central’s election coverage. Please don’t think I don’t care about the election, though. On the contrary, I think it is very, very important. I just don’t care what most of the pundits and anchors think, especially when I know they’re running on next to no real information themselves. Why not entertain myself while waiting for the results? It’s not like they won’t tell me what I want to know as soon as they know it.
I’m usually not a very political person. I don’t fit into any party-line camps. I’m pro-gun and pro-abortion (I won’t cuddly it up by calling it pro-choice). I’m also anti-religion and anti-stupid. I think we should let the market correct itself and enforce the existing laws and regulations before we make any more knee-jerk decisions. I believe there is a line where stupidity becomes criminal, and should be punishable by summary execution.
So, for some reason, that makes me a Democrat. I haven’t figured it out yet, but between the two choices I know McCain scares the bejeezus out of me. I can respect the man’s service, but his choice of running mate proves to me that he is insane. Given his age, the choice of VP really does matter, and... well.. did I mention I am actually scared? More than the usual complaints, I’m scared of what their winning will say about the country I live in. Specifically, it will say that I don’t really want to live in a country that elects.. that.. to office. Any office.