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Saturday, May 03, 2008

2008 Elections: What It Is

La Casa de Los Gatos don't know what it is about Barack Obama. We just know that his speeches fill us with, yes, hope. We're sick and fucking tired of three decades of hopelessness, watching as jobs disappear, factories shut down, economic bubbles appear and just as rapidly disappear. We like policy details, but before we can bring our avoidant minds and bitterly disappointed hearts to even examine policy details, we first need to feel like somebody gives a fuck.

We haven't felt that since the Kennedys. And Jimmy Carter. Everything in between has been trickle-down jellybean etiquette, to quote Zappa. Crooks, thieves, thugs, and liars, looking to siphon our pockets for every penny. We haven't felt the faintest thread of hope for years.

Even mi gatos listen in rapt attention when Barack speaks (could be because we have the speakers turned way up, and they lack opposable thumbs). What-the-fuck-ever.

Listen to this and tell us how it makes you feel.

Barack my world, Senator Obama.

And yes, you can bet your sweet bippy the day after he's elected, we intend to hold his feet to the fire. But first we gotta get him elected.

Because the two cyborgs he's running against? They got no feet to hold to the fire, just wheels. And wheels don't feel.

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At 8:02 PM, Blogger Friend of TPC said...

Obama is a rock star, there's no doubt about, this guy can speak! I could feel myself drawn in by his comments and when he came to the end my little heart was a beating and I just wanted to stand up and cheer! Obama does give me hope and I hope he wins this thing all the way through!

At 8:18 PM, Blogger BadTux said...

Obama fills me with hope, but only the hope that we're going to have a politician who changes the game a bit and extends the life of the American republic for a few more years. American politics have been going down the road that Roman politics took at the end of the Republic -- stuck in quagmire as the Roman legions fought endless wars without adequate support from the central government, which was too stuck in its internal squabbles to properly manage the nation. Eventually a dictator took over in Rome and crowned himself Emperor. Maybe the Republic is not salvagable, but Obama appears smart enough and wily enough to at least delay the inevitable descent into dictatorship by a few years.

So "hope" isn't on my plate too much, I don't think the inevitable can be staved off forever. The American people for thirty years now have been carefully prepared to rally behind the dictator when he takes office, and this psy-ops operation continues -- just turn on the television news to see it. Big Brother loves you and only wants to protect you from Islamomuslowhatchacallits. Just complain about the airport security while standing in line at an airport, and your fellow passengers will berate you, "(Big Brother) is just trying to keep us safe!". The sheeple have been prepared. I'm just waiting for it to happen. Sadly, I will be still alive when it does...

- Badtux the Orwellian Penguin

At 9:37 PM, Blogger Friend of TPC said...

Badtux, I can't argue with you at all. If I have any hope it has been that America was like a pendulum swinging left and right but always returning to the middle. But with military industrial complex that Eisenhower warned us against pushing us forever into empire and wars for corporate profit, unless we can stop it, your vision will hold true. Big Brother is all but here. And so I wrote this before as an act of defiance and maybe it's time to air it again.

I pledge allegiance to President Bush, hero of America, and to his rule for which he stands, one nation, under foot, with mind control, total surveillance, and perpetual war for all.

At 7:18 AM, Blogger sgtg said...

thanks. as much as i wish i could find hope somewhere, i just can't. agree witch ya penguin. i may not be alive, but my daughter will. sigh.


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