Miscellarikneous

Thanks to my bro for pointing me to this article about how the Bush administration is faking their press release photos. Granted, it doesn't actually make that accusation. But how hard would it be, really? Snap a few photos, photoshop-in the nominee du jour. I'm guessing he's in bed with the mother of all hangovers post-post-election-night-bender (a splendid and worthwhile excuse), and rejoice, because we're all safer when he's asleep.

I think.

Sometimes it takes something truly remarkable to remind me to sit down at the old Flying Oliver and hammer out a new post. Nevermind the question of who we have to thank for Ashcroft quitting (Gonzalez might be just as bad), or the question of what took Powell so long and does he have a political career left. Forget the sporting fact that the Steelers are making themselves out to be the class of the NFL, or that there's still no NHL hockey in sight. And curb your enthusiasm that Chris Horner is riding in Europe next year and Lance is going to ride the Spring Classics. Here's what it takes these days:

As I was coming down the west side of Willow Springs today on my bike, I saw one cow plainly trying to mount another cow. It's like you always would expect cows would look like mating: "oh, look, those cows are mating. Wait a minute..." Yes, I can tell a cow from a bull. Both were cows. At least one was gay. The other didn't seem to want to participate, so I can't be sure if it was just one sapphic cow or two. I don't know what they think they were doing. It's not even Spring.

So all those Republicans who think homosexuality is unnatural can (as usual) Fuck Right Off! But now they can also go check out these cows.

Four More Years. I was reassured by my dad that the last four years went by quickly. But did they really?

Also, did Bush really do that much damage in four years? Well, the silver lining might be that the war in Iraq has distracted him from doing too much damange domestically. I mean, it could have been a lot worse. (But try telling that to the Iraqis, especially the families of the 100,000 dead).

As far as passing quickly, I look back on four years and I find my life is almost completely different. Here's a quick breakdown of what has changed for me since W took office:

Bought a car.
Got Married.
Viisted France, Spain, Andorra, England, Italy, Canada.
Turned 31, 32, 33, and 34.
Bought a house.
Lost a cat, got 2 more.
Was unemployed for 9 months.
Became a cyclist.
Hockey Workout closed.
Got a new job.
Naomi changed jobs 3 times.
Bought another car.
Nearly finished my Master's degree.

The only thing Bush gets credit for are the last 3 months of my unemployment benefits, which he extended in response to 9/11. Unemployment benefits are just so Republican.

Thank you, America, for electing a man who thinks he was sent by God to be president. That's the first thing I look for in a leader: delusions of automessianism.

I find myself ready to drop the gloves with anyone who crosses me today, even here in Santa Clara county, where we voted something like 2-to-1 for Kerry. I'm suspicious of everyone, and I just don't get how this man got elected.

I also don't see why we the Demos can't field a candidate who is smart AND charming, who might have a chance.

Anyway, I don't mean to drag you all along with me. But the only thing I've found lately of any consolation was listening to Henrik Hertzbeg on Fresh Air today. It won't make you less miserable. It just serves as company.