A Rainy Day in Burbank.

Part of me is terrified that Barack Obama will not win a general election against John McCain. I am neither obsessed with Barack Obama, his policies, nor his general cowardice in ever actually saying anything (that may ignite the antipathy of the bitter vote). But I feel that if he is not elected president, it is because we live in a country of ignorance and racism, a hard fact my generation has not had to reconcile. Unless of course he cannot win because he is elite, which, last time I checked, is a pretty good thing to be.

 

It is a rainy day in Burbank. I can’t wait to watch Recount on HBO and catch up on the history of the last time we reached deep to the bottom of the barrel and found a man idiotic enough to never be considered elite at anything.  

Whiggin’ Out.

Just Finished watching John Adams on HBO. Really good stuff. I like how Howard Zinn and the rest of the revisionists allow us to embrace how truly filthy the past was. Just grimy on every sense of the word. Cutting off legs with hacksaws in the middle of the ocean, putting out cigars on the floor of the White House, not even to mention the so-called inoculation against whatever plague afflicted the daughter. That was just gross.

It was sad to watch the deterioration of the personal relationships of all those elevated men. Especially between Jefferson and Adams, where Jefferson is the younger, wilder, possibly gay brother. For those who may have missed it, Jefferson was some kind of a dandy, following in the French influenced steps of good ol’ Benny Franklin. And don’t even get me started about that Hamilton guy.

I hope Bush and Cheney are still friends after this whole eight year mess. I wonder if Aaron Burr still would have shot Alexander Hamilton in the Youtube Era. Speaking of Aaron Burr, he founded the bank that is today Chase.

 The thing I really find interesting about all those years that happened before I came, is that shit seemed real serious. Have you ever seen a picture of Teddy Roosevelt? He was supposedly quite the boisterous fellow, but he pretty much just looks pissed all the time. I don’t think I would have done well in the time before childish dreams were indulged. With all due respect to agriculture, I’m glad my family has moved off the farm and embraced urban opportunity. Although, Macomb is lovely this time of year.