Nov 02 2008
If you vote, don’t come complaining to me
I’m not an habitual voter. In fact, I feel filthy every time I engage in the unnatural act of registering to validate a system of government I had no say in. It’s like choosing to be a 21st century Catholic after having been born rational and pure.
My parents had no say in this MCF. My mother’s ancestors were poor trash that had sex and offspring with the red-skinned collateral damage that illegal white aliens wreaked upon this hemisphere. My old man’s parents came from Italy early last century and had no difficulty preparing his pet pigeons for Sunday dinner when he was working evenings during junior high school.
The first time I voted was for John McGovern in Arkansas in 1972. My father also voted for McGovern in that election, but he would not admit it for 20 years. He had already enjoyed the expansive tenderness of the McCarthy era, and the anonymous vote has always made it easy for those in power to maintain it. On the one hand, they terrorize you as they routinely did, particularly in the South, during 50s and 60s, and on the other, they play with your mind, making you wonder how you could have been so out of touch with the thinking of your friends and neighbors who apparently voted overwhelmingly in opposition to your odd point of view.
Local elections are worse. Sarah Palin is clearly the ideal example of what small-minded people can do by pandering to people with even smaller minds. If absolute power corrupts absolutely, imagine how pathetic local corruption is. You betcha
Fortunately, the 2000 election stripped away any last pretense that voting meant anything. That was the rule of law election, remember, when Fubar trotted out James Baker to tell America that while everyone has the right to vote, there is no guarantee to have that vote counted? Clarence “Pube Tube” Thomas and the Supremes agreed, and Michael Moore’s endorsement of Ralph Nader gave you the president you clearly deserved. Give yourselves a big round of applause.
Of course, the nation of miserable fucks is not quick to recognize its enduring satanic lunacy, so the idiots that make up this country’s vocal majority reelected the world’s most powerfully supreme developmentally disabled decider to another four years, hoping, I presume, that he would bring forth The Rapture that he was unable to engender during his first inept term.
And in a couple of days, American idiots everywhere will have the opportunity to dance to The Who’s Won’t Get Fooled Again while allowing themselves to do just that. Remember, people, that you are voting to endorse a concept of laissez faire capitalism that the civilized world abandoned decades ago. The civilized world, by the way, includes the French. Choke on them Freedom Fries, goobers.
This is a country that will outsource the soles of its feet for another tenth of a percentage point in GDP. You’re voting to endorse a government that would privatize the water supply, the air you breathe, and your gene pool, if it would keep the five percent of the country that owns the other 95% happy. If you’re not happy, why don’t you leave? I still have my America, Love it or Leave it bumper sticker. I have it wrapped around my schwantz.
Voting is truly insane. You keep doing the same shit over and over and expecting different results. When are you going to wake up and do something?
Just asking.
