Now that the first blush is off election night I find I need some more kool-aid. Please sir may I have some more? Will there be any left on January 20th? Did we drink it all? I ask myself that and have to hold out hope that there will be enough to go around because we are all going to need it. Sometimes living in reality just plain sucks. But then again reality can be kind of amusing in a sick kind of way.
Could anyone have imagined that we would be at the brink of total meltdown in this country with a dead duck as president and the one waiting in the wings unable to take the stage? The dead duck wrecking just about every environmental protection, civil right and anything else he can find just to piss us off in the last days. Paying off all his good buddies that got him where he is or else expecting the big pay day soon as he retreats to his final bunker on January 21st 2009. I would like a bunker too, that sounds kind of good right now.
Do I believe that we would have a governor, recently of GOP VP campaign fame (infamy), that gives a light hearted interview on TV with a turkey in it’s death throes and blood stained snow as the background? That another Governor would use the F word so much on taped phone conversations that the content would be almost unintelligible? That the bleeps would become just as much the story as his unbelievable brass balls in asking anyone and everyone for up to a million dollars in an auction of a senate seat. Not just any senate seat, but the senate seat.
Would we have believed that just to round out the week we would be sitting on the edge of our seat awaiting the fate of over 3 million American jobs that are in the hands of some idiots in congress that are looking for payback from the election? Brother can you spare $15 billion? Sorry, I already got my $350 billion, got plans for the next installment, $350 billion more. I got nothin’ for the likes of you union scum. Would we have even guessed that the possible savior, last hope, would be that same wood duck that has all but punched out, turned off the lights and locked the door.
I thought it was only in the movies that we could send in our questions and suggestions, hopes and fears, like prayers. I picture Obama as Jim Carrey in Bruce All Mighty with his hands over his ears screaming as he is overwhelmed by the cacophony from his transition website.
My head was just about ready to explode as I saw my salary cut, my benefits gone and the prospect of the my formerly prosperous employer going down because the Bank of Bail-Out will probably cut our financing, all in the matter of one week. Three businesses shut down and empty in my neighborhood today. When did that happen? I just drove by there the other day. I guess I didn’t notice.
The topper was my right-wing narcissist boss who loves Palin, hates environmentalists, Unions and thinks I am going to hell because I don’t go to HIS church and voted for ‘The One.’ He actually had the nerve to whine to me about his salary cut and disappearing benefits. He cried, "How could they do this?" "There ought to be a law." After all the mockery I have endured from him over the past few months and the unbelievable nightly cliff hanger episodes on the news I didn’t have the energy to say anything.
Holy Crap, I really need some more Kool-Aid.