Tuesday, November 2, 2010
I Hate Like Hell To Say It But Tomorrow Is Today.
Tomorrow is today. The revolution that is the election of our representatives has just now taken the expressed will of the people and those results will demonstrate the health of our nation. What will be the number of seats for the minority party bringing with them the all important committee chairmanships and power on the hill that all who have voted hoped for and worked so hard to produce? We do this so that we don't have to every thirty years or so put blood in the streets. Or, so one would at least hope the vital signs are sufficient that some attempt to threaten the power that threatens us at least be attempted, a hard head or two here or there can't be so bad. I think that they aren't too intimidated by us. I think they probably will just roll over and hit snooze for another year and nine months. But oh, what a hell of a year and nine it will be.
But you will turn on the TV tomorrow, today and see blood running in the streets of San Fransicko over winning the World Series. The people riot, but in a nice way. Not to express revulsion over the lack of basic liberties or, over the insane power grab of a few incompetent megalomaniacs on the Hill. No. It's because they are overjoyed with boredom and hats on backwards and Tweets that demand an exposé on the real reason for the legalization of Mary Jane.
Best of luck to them. May history record they were never my countrymen. Nor, would I have identified with them anyways. They are like aliens from another world. If they could, they would regard me for a breifest of milliseconds, not with disdain but pure stoned out apathy. It could not express in perfect equipoise the sign of our times.