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President McCain.
Has the true ring of crusty dying about it, doesn't it?
When we die, often, our last physical act in this world is to drop a load in our pants... How is there not a name for that?... Deathicating? Departure logs? Ok, I'll stop.
I bring up that nastiness only because I think we might be about to elect another Republican President. If we can do that at this particular juncture in American political history, It'll be tough to see it as anything other than a giant national death dookie.
The California Supreme Court just validated the right of gay couples to marry, which is humane and right and overdue and has provided every gay-hating wing-nut from coast with a reason to get his ignorant ass down the polling place come November.
How are we going to contend with that, folks? We need a plan.
I am completely down with gay people and their right to do anything straight people can do. It is more than a little ironic how overrated most of them will find marriage, but there is absolutely no reason for that to be something they can't learn for themselves.
Well, actually, there might be the one reason.
The fear and hatred of gays in America is some seriously horrible and powerful stuff. There's no two ways about it, it's a practical engine driving a very big number of votes. Staying positive and believing in doing the right thing regardless of the consequences is a great way to live, but I don't want to hear about the high road right now, ok? Ralph Nader was taking the high road, wasn't he? Just trying to "open up the discourse". How'd that work out for us?
We've been through this so many times it almost doesn't bear repeating. Stupidity is additive. Mobilizing dunces, the first prerequisite to victory in American politics, is fairly easy if one has the stomach and the hate story for it. We don't, they do. Ergo, we lose.
Reactionary dimwits have trouble with arguments, no matter how rational, that contradict the platters of platitudes in their hateful little God-sopped noggins. I mean, a mind is a funny thing. You kind of have to have one that works in order for it to change, right? And for that, you have done at least some of the reading.
I'd love to be wrong about this, but from where I'm sitting, it looks like we're screwed. Redneck rage kicks the ass of the best and brightest every day of the week and twice on Sunday.
My people learned our first lesson in that dynamic in 1972 when they dropped us off at 8am to get out the vote for McGovern, and came back at 8:30 to pick us up because Tricky Dick Nixon and his band of thieves had knocked us out 2 seconds into the first round. A landslide for the greedheads at the absolute peak of national disgust with Viet Nam. We learned it again around this same issue four years ago. Of course we had good old Ralph to thank for that too, so...
Who knows? Maybe we've grown since then.
President McCain. Nice enough guy, I guess.
