hey momma, here we are, election day, and my stomach is this brew of anxiety and ... well ... more anxiety. we're going to our friend's, travis and sarah, election night community gathering for the (hopeful) state by state re-colorization of these, our american states. of course, there will be booze for celebratin' or to help along our fingers a movin', clicking our collective way towards plane tickets the fuck out of dodge.
for like real serious. like super serious. with a mccain/ palin executive branch after the bush/cheney clusterfuck how could we continue to exist? i can almost hear the world's shotgun barrel clicks with that ticket punched. and when mccain sits at that desk, sensing the hostility, he'll just say the word and the missiles will start a flyin' ... see above. optimism is not allowed at music for momma ... for the moment.
check out this classic FRONTLINE from 2004 that calmly shows the people seated behind the breathy politicians (republicans, most victoriously) and how they are able to manipulate and bend language to their ends. brilliant. if anyone wants to gift me a FRONTLINE box set (by theme or the entire library) i am sure you will get a special seat in heaven.
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