Funny how after the conquering, squashing, crushing, licking, vanquishing defeat of McCain by Obama,
I somehow assumed that the world would automatically be different. That war would cease, abortions would spread like wildfire, and the housing crisis would take a chill pill. But no, there was still fighting on the subway this morning the same as always, convicted felon Ted Stevens still somehow managed to win a Senate spot in Alaska, and as Kamran said:
But hey, at least there’s still rotating meat at street fairs:
Actually, you can’t see whose circle Sonya filled in here, so who knows?
I imagine that anyone not voting for Obama has arguments similar to this one, made by some child on Nickelodeon’s Kids Pick the President message board:
I don’t like how people are sooooooo obbsessed with Obama! He wants to make taxes higher! He wants rich people to pay for poor people! Oh!, and did you know he was friends with one of the guys who was in the nine eleven attack! He has not had ant experence 4 years of congrass…THATS IT!!!! HE CAN’T LEAD OUR NATION HE JUST CAN’T IT WILL FALL APPART AND LEAD TO A 2ND GREAT DEPPRESION!
My best friend Tracey and I have been talking a lot about undecided voters lately and how we just. don’t. get. them. You either care for
1) the greater human need over your own selfish want
2) the greater human right over your own idiotic hatred
or you don’t. We don’t see how someone could possibly not have a definite opinion on, say, trade policy or women’s rights or taxation. I understand that you can be an independent or a libertarian or a member of the . . . Peace and Freedom Party(?) and not have a viable candidate who really suits your Presidential candidatey needs, but after A YEAR AND A HALF OF CAMPAIGNING, make up your damned mind already!
To put [undecided voters] in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
I'm Katie, a farmgirl originally from Ohio who moved to NYC in 2005 for no apparent reason. I like vintage-looking things that are actually new, filagree everything, people who don't make me feel awkward, meaning it when I say "no sleep till Brooklyn", and not trying too hard.
