I've been having a whole series of negative days. Here I am, stuck in friggin' Oregon while I could be reaping my rewards in some Baja paradise. I'm stuck inside of Cold Duckville, spending six or eight hours a day on my computer. And wherever I go, all over the world -- I get the same message. Things are bad, and we're all f*ing, f*fing, f*d. I think that's the technical term for it.
First, the economy. I hear from one expert who used to be Bill Clinton's wingman on the National Security Council, and he's predicted what the European Union was going to do beforehand. He didn't sound too bad. He seemed to think that things were manageable over there. So, I wrote my chump piece that Dr. Lee probably rightly reamed me out for. And then, usually sunny Jim Cramer goes on, and he says that the EU is f*ing, f*ing, f*d. Oh well.
And my life, or my wife if you prefer. I told the lady in the supermarket that the docs have been doing a daisy chain on the little woman all month (thus costing me a boatload of money and denying me access to my citrus orchard), just so that they can buy a few tschotskes (sp?) before Christmas. And after all that, they came up with a very scientific diagnosis, which was -- she's old.
Just before I got here, I pulled up a mass media image of Obama, and the picture makes it look like Barack's about ready to pick his nose. Yes, that's what the mainstream media is playing this clown for lately. Obama = Nobama. No way is this chump going to be the POTUS in February, 2013. Before I got up, my wife wisely said, "What makes you think that things would be any different if Romney or Gingrich was President?" And she's right. Think of Washington, DC as nothing more than one giant, infernal wind-up machine. Is this a great country, or what? The American Empire.
And speaking of which, scanner's piece just blew me away on OS yesterday. Scanner is always an awesome writer, but his embedded video was even awesomer. The fruitcake wingnuts have been talking for years about the secret FEMA camps as they get their broadcasts from the aluminum foil hats on their heads that they're wearing in the bunker. And yet-- there in Donkey Dump, Indiana is an "Amtrak train repair station" that has all of the trappings of Auschwitz. Cute.
Don't forget to congratulate your local senator for buggering the Constitution with the 93-7 passage of the National Defense Authorization Act. First Amendment? Fourth Amendment? Fifth Amendment? Seventh Amendment? Fuhgetaboutit! Visit exciting Donkey Dump, Indiana! All expenses paid!
I look at the computer all day, and I wonder why I'm cranky and depressed all the time. I did something different and theraputic last night. I didn't touch the computer, and I actually got around to painting that wall after five months.
I'm a chump.