Wednesday, November 3rd, 2004

The Boyf and Mr. Saturday and I are off to Vegas – no, seriously – to meet up with Bascha and Katastrophes and Mr. Pink Eyes.  We won’t be back until Saturday, and I don’t plan to update from Vegas.  I mean, duh.

In the meantime, here’s the plan:  go to Vegas, get crazy rich, move to Europe.

You think we’re kidding? (more…)

I’m shocked – it turned out exactly opposite of how I thought it would.

On the other hand, it’s not the end of the world.  As apostropher said,
the threadbare silver lining is that Bush will have to stick around to
deal with his fuck-ups, such as Iraq and the deficit, etc.  There are
only so many hot-button issues they get on ballots as ballot
initiatives to get the Pentecostals out there en masse, and there’s
only so many Pentecostals they can get out there to try to counteract
what a tremendous clusterfuck of a presidency this guy has been.  Two
years from now, I’m predicting, the country will be in such dire
financial and diplomatic straits that their only hope will be to try to
amp up the nationalism/fundie vibe and hope there are, in fact, more
Bibles being thumped than even they realized.  The mid-terms on this
one will be ugly, and in the meantime I hope all those moderate
Republican “security moms” enjoy being lumped in with the theocrats,
because that’s what just happened:  we just became a theocracy. 

My only real long-term concern is the courts.  That’s something that
will be painful for decades to come.  But in the meantime, I think Bush
& Rove have put their egos ahead of the good of their party.  They
used churches and gay marriage ballot initiatives to crank out the
inbred mouth-breathers and in so doing have put their party in a fine
position for a backlash down the road.

As Mr. Saturday said this morning, “Damn, I guess I’ll have to keep volunteering.”

At least we didn’t end up with Ballantine.  Thank the gods we didn’t end up with Ballantine.  It’s a small victory, but I’ll take one where I can today.