Sunday, January 20, 2008


One year from today, if he doesn't decide to be the decider for life, That Evil Bastard Grinning Swine of commander in chief will be leaving 1600 Penn.

Only three hundred and sixty five days left.

And I shudder to think of what he can do with the time he has left, and the spineless fucking democrats who cannot seem to understand that they could smite his political shit down instead of rolling over.
The list of things he could still fuck up is huge, from War with Iran, to decimating the last of the public services we have, from the FDA to The Forest Service to CSPA to Mine Safety, putting stooges in every government department and the Judiciary and Justice Departments.
Dick and W have already commited an order of magnitude more chaos and crime than all of Nixon and Reagan's hacks put together.
And whom ever takes his place will be bankrupt, facing a shattered economy, millions of defaults from every kind of loan and mortgage company out there, and a country gutted by free trade agreements and sweetheart deals to the Media, Defense, and Energy and Insurance industries.
We're facing multiple shitstorms. Peak Oil, Climate Change, and two messed up wars in Iraq and Afganistan.
And a serious need to change everything about the way we use the dwindling resources we have left. A need to start rethinking our whole approach to life, one that has more meaning and less crap TV, media, and a a lifestyle that doesn't revolve around even more useless crap from big box stores.
We now have a good sized part of our population that has never known anything but a Bush or a Clinton in the oval office, one that has never weathered a serious trial like my grandparents and parents faced, or even something as recent as the 1970's oil embargo or the Vietnam war.

It's gonna be interesting. I'm glad I know how to live cheaply, share a house and life with other people besides my blood family, and know enough to get through hard times without falling apart.
And I know how to survive when the rug gets pulled out from under my feet. It's happened to me before.
I may sound like a fatalistic preacher of doom, but anybody who's not a bit freaked out is just not paying much attention.

But at least it won't be boring.

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