Political Bumperstickers: Plus I'mDrunk&WhatAmIDoingWMyLife
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I'm sitting here listening to some old recordings of Lewis Black who just did a pretty funny piece on electing Ronald Reagan (who's dead at the time of the peice) and it made me think of my own political disenfranchisement.
My two favorite politcal bumper stickers:
and
I found those images rather than just typing them out because i love my readers.
And that just about concludes my thoughts on politics and such.
Which now it leaves me with a surplus of thoughts about the whole situation.
I've given up on politics. I used to love it, study it obsessively. Not anymore, though. I used to be a huge political junkie. I had 3, 5, 10, a 1,000 news feeds piping in at all times. I regularly blogged on Dipnote, the US State Department blog, before realizing that it didn't matter. I've actually had correspondence with a variety of of State Department embassies , and even gotten replies. In fact, I even signed up for the Diplomat Corps, to take the test and all that, but didn't finish it because... well... who would employ an uneducated (or self educated, same thing) without any perspective on the larger perspective? Frankly, I think I've got a great look on such things, including the Machiavellian outlook of the maneuvering required to helm a giant state. But I digress...
Where was I...? In case you can't tell, I'm drunk.
Oh yes. 1 Heineken, two Blue Moons, a bunch of Wild Turkey, half an airplane bottle of Jim Beam, and some Hiram Walker (was he a Mason?) peppermint schnapps.
And chain smoking my import tobacco.
Where was I? Never mind, need some clarification.
1 schanps. 1 swig of blue moon. 1 swing of stomach convulsiving wild turkey. Ah, now things are so much clearer.
And what causes such use of the divine beverages?
Indeed.
Ah hell, why not? Stress management, I suppose. I'm finally in an apartment of my own (sort of). Been homeless for 9 months now (sort of). Spent a few weeks in the car, a few months at the gf, a few weeks at a guy's who ultimately pulled a knife on me, and a few more at another good friend couple's. Now, after some finagling, I'm in watching an apartment for a guy who's in the middle-east.
That'd be great, except I have to come up with the rent money by noon tomorrow. And it's 5:30 am. But I've got about 10 bucks.
Wow, just finished the wild turkey and tho the room is spinning, my typing is surprisingly good. If only I could get an award for drunken typing. The spellcheck is great but nonetheless I'm hot tonight. Could I speak, i'd be slurrying, yet my typing is awesome... Maybe this is a sign for my future application of skills. "I can perform your PR with flawless execution despite falling off my barstool"
Where was I...?
Oh yeah, the peppermint schnapps...
Oh, wait, something inspiring about life. Or entertaining.
Maybe it doesn't really matter anymore. don't you want you life to be recorded, no matter how obscurely, no matter how right or poorly, in some sort of article of reflection? Not the !@#$%^&*, not all the spin, but the truth...? The base of of what you existed for. Life is so short, and there are so many people, so many to have their voices recorded, yet, nonetheless, a record of you. For all the good and bad.
The Earth it did crack openon the day that I was born
and a thousand merry pranksters
came dancin' through the storm.
I lay cradle bound
a howlin' out my mind
not knowin' years to come
I'd be shoutin' over din
I sucked information through the holes in my skull
as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full.
I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain till the day I drop.
I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop.
As a young man,
I plug into the tube,
but the stench of all that pretense
I cannot muddle through.
I lay on my back
and scan the radio
all that comes out my speakers
is a steady syrup flow.
I suck information through the holes in my skull
as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full.
I stood by watching
and I seen 'em come and go.
I seen 'em make that million
then vanish in the snow.
They come upon you
like a pack of rabid hounds
as they slobber in your ears
and purge you with their sounds.
Pushing misinformation through the holes in my skull
my belly gurgles nauseous and still my mouth is full.
I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain till the day I drop.
I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop.
No matter, I have lye cooking on the stove. electrolysis creates more.
~ Logan SmithHow can they say my life is not a success? Have I not for more than 60 years got enough to eat and escaped being eaten?
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