A Few Thoughts on 2012 and General Idiocy

I was going through some old posts, and a friend commented that he was concerned that a large number of the more intellectually-inclined might kill themselves if McCain won the election. This reminded me of a discussion I had with my brother a couple days ago about how people are starting to panic over this whole 2012 thing, barraging NASA with phone calls about the end of the world and saying they would kill themselves in December of 2011.

In case you don't know, 2012 is when the Mayan calendar ends. Many people believe it's the clock that's ticking on our continued existence here.

To all the people that are considering committing suicide on the night of December 31st, 2011, I can only say, "Go ahead."

Yes, I am a cruel person. But if you are so bloody stupid to think that the calendar of an ancient (albeit very advanced for what they had) civilization rules over our collected fate, then you are too stupid to survive anything that might actually happen. You are part of the problem. I don't suppose anyone ever wondered if they simply didn't get around to making the 2013 edition because they had a couple hundred years to worry about it?

Nothing is worth killing yourself for. Your favorite candidate not winning is irrelevant; the end of the world will happen when it happens, and the best thing to do is live your own goddamn life. Do you want to give yourself an ulcer worrying about every little phantom that might be hiding in the shadows? Do you really want to die that badly, that every little thing makes it not worth going on?

People kill themselves for all kinds of stupid reasons. Your girlfriend left you, you lost your job, your cat died. What about the reasons to live? Find someone that loves you dearly, find a new job, get a new cat. LIFE IS WORTH LIVING. I shouldn't have to shout it at you, but sometimes I guess people need to be reminded of the obvious things that even the most intellectual should know instinctually.

And what if the world is going to end in 2012? What will I do? I'll be out on the front lawn in a folding chair with a cold six of cheap canned beer watching the rocks fall from the sky. If that be our fate, then I will embrace the spectacle. But chances are, life will go on.

Get over it, and find a reason to live.

Sudden Horrific Thought: "IDK, my BFF Jill?"

Here's a sudden and absolutely horrific thought for all of you to consider:

The youth vote has always been important. Bear in mind that we are currently trusting a generation that has learned to communicate primarily in acronyms and AIMspeak to decide the future of this nation. Plus, they see no problem with texting while driving.

This thought will keep me up at night.



Can't sleep; text messaging will eat me.
Can't sleep; text messaging will eat me.
Can't sleep; text messaging will eat me.
Can't sleep; text messaging will eat me.
Can't sleep; text messaging will eat me...

Passive Campaigning

There's a chain email going around, addressed to fanatical enthusiastic Obama supporters. The message states that they should go to the November polls not wearing any buttons, shirts, etc. that bear the name of their Lord and Saviour. The reason being is that this could be construed as passive campaigning; campaigning is verboten anywhere near the polls, so the believer supporter would be removed from the polls before being allowed to vote.

The veracity of this chain letter is a somewhat tangled beast, as are the laws surrounding electioneering. Snopes.com tried to unravel it, but pretty much came to the same conclusion that I am going to tell you: if there's any doubt whatsoever, leave your candidate buttons and shirts home. That goes for all parties, all candidates. Obama supporters, McCain supporters, everyone. Seriously, you don't need to take so much pride in who you're voting for on election day. The vote is secret for a reason. There's no need to make sure everyone in your vicinity knows exactly which candidate owns the cock you're so eagerly sucking you're rooting for. Just go in, vote, and go get a coffee or something and wait until the next day to see which lying sack of spit is your new commander-in-chief.

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.