Monday, November 17, 2008

Note to Text/Email Slang Users

It is spelled
H8ers.

Not H8ters.

You see, the 8 actually REPLACES the a and the t as saying the word, "8", actually expresses the a and the t. Putting a t back in is redundant.

So, knock it off.

Or just spell out the fucking word.

Why Won't She Just GO AWAY???

Goddamnit. And admittedly, it could be a personal thing. But hearing that Hillary Clinton is being vetted for Secretary of State makes me regret my vote for Obama. And that top Republicans are on board with this is even more vexing.
I'm sorry. I just can't stand her.

I can't.

Friday, November 07, 2008

Alright, Everyone Needs To COOL OUT.

Dear Republicans, and anyone else who doesn't respect someone's choice in political ideology,

This year's election was an emotionally charged, nearly religious experience for many, many people. Except my mother, who was in bed by 9:30. But I digress.... I'm hearing many stories of people being accosted on the street for showing support for a specific candidate, and I'm hearing more that a few accounts of my Republican Brethern vomiting sour grapes all over everyone.

I want you to go back in the way-back machine to 4 years ago. I want you to picture the morning after Bush was elected for a second term. And I want you to remember the angry, borderline-lynch mob Democrats you were greeted with as you walked in the office. Remember how that felt? Remember maybe feeling like you had to hide who you voted for because you thought perhaps your friends would think less of you? I do. I remember that. I remember keeping my head down while my co-workers were practically rabid with anger that anyone in our country could be that STUPID. That IGNORANT. That RACIST, CLASSIST, MISOGYNIST, CREED-IST...insert any other terrible IST here. I remember feeling like a Christian in Rome. Remember how that felt? Maybe not. But I do.

I remember feeling discriminated against. Because I voted with my gut. I voted for whom I believed was the better candidate. And that's not saying much. I did my homework. And still I was judged. I was maligned and I was sneered at. And it felt like shit.

So, this year, I decided to go with my gut again, and my gut, my Republican gut, told me to vote for Obama. So I did.

Republicans, and specifically those who want to go around blaming the Democrats for making a choice you don't agree with, I want you to realize, that it's not the voters' fault. It's our party. The Republican Party has absolutely abandoned anything remotely resembling the ideology of our past-leaders. The RNC might as well have dug up Lincoln and raped him with something hard and sandpapery. So, you want someone to blame? Blame them. But don't blame good, intelligent people who just want to be able to shed some of the shame America's been lugging around for the last 8 years. Who want to travel without being told "Don't let them know you're American. Put a Canadian flag on your backpack." Who want to know that for the first time in this nation's history, we don't have an old, white asshole running things.

And I'm here to tell you right now. If one Republican gives me shit for it, sinks to the level of the Democrats of 4 years ago, (and you know who you are Democrats), and tells me I voted for a terrorist, and doesn't respect me for the intelligent, well-read, reasonable person that I am? I am going to tell that person to go fuck himself.

Unless it's my grandmother. Then we'll just agree to disagree.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Wow.

Suffice it to say that I am blown away by the history that was made last night.

Go Obama Go.

Monday, November 03, 2008

Ok, I've Found It. The Worst Casting Ever.

Seriously. During the casting of the almost Unwatchable "Poison Ivy", at one point did someone actually say:
"Guys, Tom Skerrit and Drew Barrymore. Making out—in the rain. FUCK YEAH!"
More importantly, what kind of twisted person thinks "Tom Fucking Skerrit" when casting a make-out scene in the first goddamned place—least of all one involving the creepy December-May adultery/best friend betrayal nonsense this movie asks us to swallow?
Tom Skerrit? REALLY?
Oh yeah.
He of the scraggly mustache and bad underbite with unspeakable teeth.
Sign me up.
Immediately.