October 2002: Curious George Bush Stole My Cap

I can't say I'm all that into ranting about anything political. It's kind of like, what's the point? None of it ever really changes all that much. It doesn't matter if someone is a Democrat, Republican, Libertarian, or Whig, politicians are politicians. Cynical attitude? Yeah, I guess. But if you want to debate the "politicians aren't all the same" view, pick someone else. Someone who wasn't alive during Vietnam and Watergate, and who wasn't here to see Nixon come back--twice. Anyway, recently something political happened that I just have to talk about: I'd like to personally thank everyone in Congress for giving a moron like George W. Bush the power to do God knows what to Iraq. HAVE YOU PEOPLE JUST COMPLETELY LOST YOUR MINDS?!

I've never had a great opinion of most politicians. One of the few of them I've liked was Harry Truman, and that was probably because he became a politician by default, president by default, and said what he thought. You couldn't do that today and be elected to anything -- the money-grubbing American media would see to that, since they'd blow whatever it was totally out of proportion and get everyone all riled up so they could sell more advertising and/or make more money.

But that's another tirade, and I digress. . . The point here is, the people who are supposed to be our representatives in government, just gave an unprecedented amount of power to:

A man who shouldn't even BE president.
He lost that election, the end.

A man who once described himself as
"a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity." (See "idiot" below)

A man who is, quite frankly,
an idiot. How do I know? Well, he sounds like one:

(Hey, I'm an complete moron when it comes to geography , but even I know what "imports" means!)

A man who who looks like a monkey.
I know, maybe this isn't so relevant, but it really bugs me. The only thing I can think of when I see him is "Curious George," and I expect him to come through the TV screen and try to steal my cap.

What gets me the most angry about all this is the ultimate reason behind it: smokescreen. I'm sure "the president" and that heinous Dick Cheney were watching a rerun of "Gilligan's Island" one night, and Dubya says, "Hey Dick, I know--how about if we start chatting up Saddam Hussein and talk about how bombing Iraq is necessary if we want to prevent another September 11th. THAT'LL get people's minds off how the economy's in the toilet and we have absolutely no plan for making it better. Plus the using Martha Stewart as a scapegoat plan to distract people from the crappy economy failed miserably."

I can't believe that the Republicans (and that includes most of my family, unfortunately) think that putting Iraq in the spotlight is going to make me forget that I don't have a job. And that when Clinton was president, I DID have one. They really do think we're stupid.

This is why I try to ignore politics, and back in the 80s I refused to watch or listen to anything remotely "newsy" for the almost 10 years I had a band. I think I may go back to that routine; if I don't, there's a good chance my head is going to explode.

 

Notes From Limbo

Back in June when I got "eliminated," I figured things would be better by Fall, my favorite season. Well, favorite season or not, things are pretty much the same. The bad thing is, I have absolutely no money and am considering doing a public access telethon. I figure I know enough people who would pay me lots of money just to get OFF camera and shut up. The good thing is, I'm still learning things, about myself mainly, but also about other people. Here's the significant stuff:

Remember what I said last month, about discovering who you real friends are when your life pretty much sucks? That's still true and, unfortunately, it keeps being demonstrated to me with annoying regularity. It's still so cliched it almost makes me wanna puke, but it's a sucky fact nonetheless.

As far as the attitude change I mentioned last month, I didn't really put the "which one of you bitches is my mother" attitude into full gear. As of now, not only is it fully operational, I'm combining it with my other new philosophy, "No More Mr. Nice Guy." Hey, do you think picking my philosophy of life from a cheesy made-for-TV movie and an Alice Cooper song means I'm not taking life seriously enough? Nah.

The one serious thing I will say, again, is that true change does come from the inside. No matter what outside forces are the catalyst, it's you who have to change. That goes for other people as well. You can't make them see things they don't see--or that they don't want to see or acknowledge. What this all boils down to is, what's supposed to happen will happen when it's supposed to happen. Whether you like it or not. (And right now I don't like it.) But hey, no matter what I may say when I'm feeling particularly burdened, for lack of a better word, and fail to see the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel, I know everything will work out and be okay again--eventually.

Hey, at least this trial-by-fire thing is probably going to make me a better person. Right? At least that's guaranteed. Right?. . .