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Obama Not A One Night Stand

In Presidential Politics on November 14, 2008 at 11:37 pm

Well, you guys, it’s been fun.  The week after the groundbreaking election is now coming to an end, and with it the inevitable return to political apathy.  Don’t pretend to fight it.  We were all caught up in the election moment, and now we’re spent.  It’s the feeling guys get right after sex.  That one moment we don’t want women to know about. The only moment that we’re not thinking about having sex.  Only, this political post-coital abyss can last for years rather than seconds.

No matter who you supported, Obama and McCain really got some blood flowing, some of it even boiling.  We debated with friends, co-workers, and family members we may never have discussed politics with before.  We spoke like we were experts, even when our facts came from Stephen Colbert or a ranting hobo outside Pinkberry.

But now it’s over.  We had our fun.  We hung signs, we made calls, we went door to door.  But it was a political fling.  Now we’re back in our own world.  The one where we hope the guy in charge does the right thing, but if he doesn’t, what the hell can we do about it for four years anyway.  If there’s a juicy enough scandal, someone will let us know.  If Joe Biden gets pregnant with Michelle Obama’s baby, they’ll interrupt “Two And A Half Men” to tell us.  But if the unemployment rate goes up and millions of people are without healthcare…  ah, someone in D.C. will deal with it, right?

NO, PEOPLE!!  America won’t be your one night stand!  You got turned on by this election.  Barack Obama flirted, wooed, and swept you off your feet!  Yes, you had a sweaty, passionate night together on November 4th, but you gave him your real phone number, so you cannot pull your usual ball-n-bail with this one!  You need to call him.  None of this “I need to wait a few weeks so he doesn’t think I’m desperate!”  You are desperate!  This President is a catch, and you’ve been too lonely for too long. (I’m not counting that last loser you were with.  What was his name, George?  He was a dud and you knew it.)  I just can’t watch you let this one go.

Call this Barack guy.  Tell him you had a great time last Tuesday night.  He knows you give good ballot, now tell him that watching him on TV makes you want to inaugurate.  Listen to his fears.  Soothe them.  You both want this thing to work, so in the immortal words of Feldman, Heilbron, and Garofalo, “Don’t fuck it up!”

Don’t Be A Dick

In Presidential Politics on November 13, 2008 at 3:48 am

I think John McCain used to be a somewhat decent person.  He wasn’t born with a malformed soul like Dick Cheney or anything, but he certainly acted like a Dick during this past campaign.  I bring it up because his concession speech last week made me think McCain wants to be decent again.

At my regular poker game, we have a little sign that says “Don’t Be A Dick.”  If it gets passed to you, it means you’ve crossed some line and need to check your attitude.  Sometimes one of us knows they’re going to say something Cheneyish, so they just say it and put out their hand to receive the Dick sign.  Is that what McCain was doing?  Does he expect to get off with a simple “Don’t Be A Dick” sign that he can pass off five minutes later?

Sometimes one Dick move can ruin your reputation forever.  If you expose your inner Dick at the wrong place or time, you could lose friends, get dumped, or get fired from your job at the children’s theater.  We’ve all had (or been) a friend who went through a tough period where perhaps they weren’t being their usual nice selves.  Maybe they started being really negative, or fooled around with someone they shouldn’t have, or authorized the torture of thousands of innocent abductees.  If they don’t get punched or ditched altogether, they can at least expect a good talking to.  “It seems like something’s on your mind lately,” a good friend might say to them.  “You’re not yourself.”  Or, “You’re dragging the free world into an avoidable apocalypse, and even the devil-spawn Karl Rove said you’ve gone too far.  Should we get some chai lattes and talk?”

So how much slack should we cut John McCain for his recent behavior?  How big of a Dick is too big to forgive?  Is Dick size even the determining factor, or is it the length?  For a man of his age, McCain certainly kept it up for a while.

Different people have different takes on this question.  If America was a high school, we’d need to shave his head or video-tape him making out with an ugly chick to knock him down a peg.  Then maybe he’d have a chance at redemption after we all took a summer vacation to cool off.  But, for example, if we were using reality TV standards, then he was clearly just voted out of the house.  Some countries punish traitors in cruel and unusual ways.  In England, the sentence is life in England.

Also, does his time as a prisoner of war buy John McCain some leeway?  Does having undergone a horrible experience give him a blank check to then spread lies and hatred around the country he’d previously been fighting for?  Does one wrong make another wrong right?  Is that why Nelson Mandela wrote the Sopranos finale?

I’d like to know your thoughts, because I want to find the most compassionate solution, if possible.  Please use the comment space below to tell me and America whether we should embrace John McCain like an apologetic grandpa after a drunken Thanksgiving episode, or shun him like an opportunistic sellout who tried to murder our freedom.  I’ll stay neutral in order to maintain my famously high journalistic standards.

A Quick Blog From God

In Word Of God on November 12, 2008 at 9:26 am

The following is a message from God:

Hey kids, it’s Me.  There’s been a lot of controversy about things I may or may not have said, so I’ve decided to write a quick blog entry clarifying some basic issues.  I hope My choice of venue doesn’t cause any inconvenience to those who don’t have internet access, can’t read, or just don’t happen to read this blog.  I’ll go ahead and take down this posting soon so those of you who do read it can just tell everyone else what it said to the best of your recollection.  That’s worked out well in the past.  Just tell the others that I said to listen to you.

Let’s get down to it:

I am The Lord your God.  Please devote a LOT of your time to memorizing and reciting verses that tell Me how awesome I am.  That’s a big thing for Me.  Because I am perfect, but My self esteem–not so much.

If you believe you have good reason to kill someone, it’s not that big a deal.  Some people are real dicks.  I know, I have to be around all of them all the time.  Seriously, you’re saving me a lot of paperwork.

The Earth is yours to use as you see fit.  I gave it to you as a gift (home-made, I know, but it was a lean year).  You guys are brilliant with some of the stuff you’ve come up with.  Honestly, oil was just some leftover goo I swept under the surface when I was bored of creating stuff.  I love what you’re doing with it.  Here are some things that are far more flammable than I think you’re aware of:  Soil, live fish, and clouds.  Get on it.

There is One True Religion.  I can’t ruin it by telling you which one, but if you aren’t affiliated with a religion yet, get cracking!  If you’ve got one, you really need to do more hard-sell convincing.  Nothing pleases Me more than seeing My creations argue about who wears the right funny hat on the right holiday.  That’s totally the point!!

I’ve got to go watch The Daily Show now, but if I think of anything I forgot, I’ll e-mail you.