I retreated into the forest to contemplate, among other things, the great question of the next President of the United States. Yes, I know it’s September 2010, more than two years from the next mass hypnosis of clogging the voting booths to give the illusion that voting matters, but a few of the (undeclared) candidates are already out stumping, sticking their trojan sheathed toes in the political Gulf in an effort to gauge just how many millions of dollars it will take to buy their way into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
My bloggie friends, I have emerged from the land of wood sprites and unibombers with an epiphany to share with the masses:
1) If she maintains the slimy, back-room, two-faced spin centric government that has been in place for the past 10 (20, 30, 40, 50) years, life will remain relatively unchanged. While status quo is not the desired path, maybe the bleeding will be stanched, either through action or the corpse draining itself out. It’s not a win for me, but the damage is halted.
2) If she improves things, that’s a win for me.
3) If she makes things worse, then I can tell all the neo-con, loudmouth, infantile, ultra-right wing douchebags like Limbaugh, Beck, O’Reilly, Hannity and Coulter to SHUT THE FUCK UP. That’s a win for me as well.
As a bonus, just think of the never-ending shenanigans Bristol will get herself into. That alone will keep the tabloids busy for four years.