Officially and Irreversibly Screwed

Ladies and Gentlemen, let October 3, 2008, stand as the day America was thoroughly f*cked by its politicians and bankers.

This bill was passed too hastily, it's giving Wall Street way too much leeway (not to mention being rewarded for something it should have been violently punished for). The people that got us into this mess are the same ones that are claiming to get us out, a promise I have a hard time believing. Especially because we, the taxpayers, are no doubt going to be the ones who get to finance this. Think of it this way: the government didn't buy up $700 billion of bad mortgages, we bought $700 billion in bad mortgages that we didn't want to. Sounds more like someone stole the nation's credit card and racked up a crapload of bills.

Maybe it will work out in the end; maybe it won't. But the whole damn thing stinks. Considering the incompetence of our national leaders, I am not holding out hope for the future. My generation, and the generations to follow, are the ones that are going to have to pay this. Goodness knows how! How many of us can't find work, or have to work two jobs at minimum wage to keep from sliding into debt? Who do they expect to pay for this?

We're screwed. Utterly and thoroughly screwed.

More Political Crap

Okay, I know I said that I'm sick of politics. I'm sick of Obama being portrayed as The Savior. I'm sick of hearing about Sarah Palin as a lunatic.

While it may sound odd coming from me, I'm also sick of everyone blaming the current economic crisis on Dubya. I remember something from my high school government class that only surfaced from memory just recently: economic problems in the nation typically begin with the administration that came before. Now, aside from the ominous feeling I get for the next four to twelve years (considering the blunders made by the current commander-in-chief), that makes me look back on Mr. Clinton's administration and wonder what he did to help along the financial collapse of America.

I stumbled on this video that helps explain what happened. Do yourself a favor and ignore the blatant McCain campaigning at the end; you only need to pay attention until the 8:53 mark. After that, you can just shut it off. Also keep your finger on the pause button since this goes pretty fast.

I haven't done much research to confirm or deny the veracity of the video, but it does make one think. And I'm thinking we're all pretty much f*cked.

I'm Sick of Politics

This election season is one of the most polarizing I've ever seen in my entire life. People on both sides have just gone plain crazy over the candidates of their choice, and it's gotten under my skin in ways that usually call for metaphors involving flesh-eating parasites, broken glass, and Barbara Streisand.

I don't think I need to go into the Republican candidates at this point. McCain's senile and Palin is f*cking scary, we know that. But what really is bringing my vomit to a boil is the genuflecting before the image of St. Politico, The Second Coming, His Holiness the New Messiah, Barack Hussein Obama.

First, the disclaimer: I'm not venting spleen so much about Obama or anything he's done. The people that are pissing me off right now are the supporters.

I swear, the obnoxiousness, self-righteousness, and self-aggrandizment that surrounds these people like the stench of a dead skunk festering under the porch for a week is sickening. Everywhere I go, I see posters up with halos around his head. I hear people talking excitedly about how he's so great and will fix the vast pile of sh*t that America has become. "Change" this and "in touch with the people" that, and blah blah blah I've heard all this crap before from the last Democrat that ran for president.

But, why can't I help but think of the scene in Idiocracy when the president introduces the smartest man in the world and says he'll fix the economy, bring life back to the crops, and make sure everyone has their fair share of fries, all in one week?

I ask you one serious question people: do you seriously think anyone, ANYONE, can achieve a position of power in American politics and not have skeletons in his closet? A politician is a politician is a politician. Is a liar. A lying sack of rot. I've never known people to actually trust politicians any other time of the year, so why in the hell are they so trusting now? Everywhere I turn, there's someone else trying to convince me that he's the best thing to happen to the United States since the Bill of Rights.

To be fair, maybe he doesn't have as many skeletons in his closet as other candidates do. And I really don't care about whether or not he's the best choice; I just want to stop hearing about it.

Enough with the bullsh*t, and stop blowing sunshine about how great a politician is up my @$$. Keep doing what you're doing, and I'm voting for McCain just to piss you off.

In any event, I try to insert humor with every post, so here's a little site called Pundit Kitchen. Enjoy.



Can't wait for the next two months to be over with so you twats on both sides of the fence will finally shut up.

Liquor and Porn

I remember reading once that the only industries that are recession-proof are the vices. Beer will continue flowing, liquor will be slugged, porn will be watched. All of which shall be consumed even more when the populace is looking for some variety of escape from their dreary existence and eventual mass suicide. So what are we to do now that the American economy is sinking faster than the Titanic? Simple: begin a surge in industries that are immune to recession.

First (and with the greatest opportunity to protect your dignity), is learning how to distill alcohol. The still, equipment, and a place to set up will set you back a lot of bread, but if you can find a bank that hasn't folded yet, you might be able to secure a loan to cover all that. Once you're making the bucks sending your slightly-less-glorified-than-bathtub gin booze, you can pay back what you owe. Maybe even make a profit. But here's the kicker, and I know from working at a distillery for a day: call your swill "small-batch" distilled. Calling it "small-batch" automatically grants you the right to charge double, or even triple, what you should be charging for it. With the right labeling, and the ridiculous price, the association of value will come naturally. Rich morons with more cash than brains swallow that line of bullsh#t like it's caviar. Never assume that price equals value. Fools make that mistake; take advantage of the fool instead.

Pretty much the same holds for beer. Instead, refer to your establishment as a "microbrewery" to achieve the same effect as a "small-batch distiller."

Now, it does help to actually make a decent product. But with the right phrasing, you can turn a mediocre product into something that legions will knock the doors down to get a hold of.

Porn is much easier to get into. Set up is simple; all you really need is a domain name and a webcam. Or a cellphone with video capability. Or a cheap video camera. Seriously, the amateur porn business is huge right now. It's almost impossible to not get clicks immediately. If you're good enough on film, you may attract attention from someone higher up, where the big bucks are. Of course, your primary competition lies in those that post their homemade sexual romps for free, such as the naturally exhibitionistic or legions of men that shame their ex-girlfriends by passing around their filmed escapades.

Imagine if you will, an America that does nothing but make alcohol and porn. The former Land of The Free given over to Land of The Drunk and Horny, world's capital in debauchery. That's one way of digging the nation out of the economic sh#tpile it's buried in: make booze and porn and ship it out to every other nation. Pump the whole world full of this crap. Export every variety of filmed deviance complete with a discount coupons for overpriced swill. We'll get out of the hole yet, just watch.



/Yeah, like this will ever happen.
//These are the things I think about to avoid depression about the direction in which my nation is heading.