Electability

After the interview with Obama's preacher of two decades, Rev. Jeremiah Wright, it appears that in a countrywide poll seventy five percent of republicans and fifty percent of the democrats said they were far less likely to vote for Obama.

"Wright, who retired recently, has railed that the September 11 attacks were retribution for U.S. foreign policy, called the U.S. government the source of the AIDS virus and expressed anger over what he called racist America." Source: Rueters.

I dont think anyone cares what the Republicans think (75% less likely to vote for Obabma.. what is 75% of zero anyway?). As for the democrats, they look like thier just about ready to implode.

Thats what you get for having two front runners that are, for all intents and purposes, completely unelectable. No matter how uplifting their message is, no matter how great their governing skills, America is not ready for a woman president. Or a black president who's middle name is 'Hussein'. Its just not going to happen, and for the same reason that my personal hero Ron Paul couldn't happen.

Other Areas of Interest

In my daily quest to avoid any actual work, yet appear to be busy, I have come across this blog. Lots of passive aggressive goodness can be had.

Aaand during the three martini lunch I found something that is also fabulous:

A Quiky

Photo: Robert Caplin for The New York Times

As my good friend once told me: if it floats, flies, or fornicates, it cheaper to rent. Though I perhaps not at the rate that Mr. Spitzer was paying.

A Good Day

Spring has come back in full force here, despite what some prescient rodent would have you believe.

I cut out early and sat at the bar patio like a bum for the entirety of the sunset. It reminds me of how much time I used to have for myself, and how much I've wasted by not enjoying it entirely.

That being said, I still went home and played video games for several buzz-filled hours.

Unfinished Buisness

I have three separate posts that I'm in the process of writing. I cant seem to finish any of them.

The doctors, they are not happy with my ongoing physical deterioration. The one I dubbed 'ass doctor' to her own great dismay, has given me actual suppositories to take. She knows I wont take them, and she'll keep prescribing them. Its a little game we play.

Otherwise, its the same old song: eat better, exercise more. Stop drinking.

Egalitarian

Came out of left field, knocked the wind out of me. Are women even allowed to do this sort of thing?

I've put in an awful lot of effort into equality in my current relationship. That being said, perhaps my patriarchal big bad self was not prepared for a marriage proposal coming from Woman. I had always assumed it was up to me.

Besides, is 4AM on a Saturday morning after 6 intense hours drinking really a good time for this sort of thing? I doubt it, but than again the morning after strategy seems to be pretending 'it' never happened anyway.

Too Tired To Care

After a few weeks of anticipation, yesterday my (cocksucker of a) manager pulled me into his office for a performance review. The promotion is mine.

I have mixed feelings about it. For one, I’m probably one of the youngest guys to get this outside of my (cocksucker of a former) manager, and I’m a bit terrified about the team I have to put together. If any of these guys are going to be even a fraction of my assholeness, I’m in for trouble.

And my friend, the one that has been with the company for about twice as long as I have, the one that indeed got me this job, he did not get a promotion.

So I'm happy, and scared. And irrationally guilty.