Friday, October 17, 2008

Me Name is Mcnamara...

Hello there. Wow, do I even update this thing anymore? Whose blog is this? Things have been crazy busy the past few weeks. I gearing up for a two-week sojourn to The Land of Ire (tidbit: I'm flying Business Class) and have been engrossed in the preparations. Taking a vacation is tiring work. I think I may need a vacation away from my vacation. Here are some fun, non-Irish things I've discovered over the past few weeks:

John McCain is a Tragic Figure. You know all those crazy people that keep shouting at his rallies that Barack Obama is a terrorist, a traitor, and probably smells bad, too? John McCain doesn't like them. You can see it in his eyes. I've been checking the footage. Everytime Angry Crowd Member #1 beseeches we kill Barack Obama, I've seen the pain in McCain's eyes. He knows he's gone too far; he's crossed a line; he's passed the Point of No Return; there's no turning back now; how did it come to this? In those moments he remembers why he turned his back on the conservative base for all but the last three months of his political career: they're fucking psychopaths. I guess I can't blame him for morally stumbling so close to the Finish Line. The things we do for our dreams.

Sarah Palin is a Nihilist. She believes in nothing, Lebowski. No-zing! It's why she can denounce government spending in one sentence and promise increased education funding in the next. These are just words. They don't mean anything. Sarah Palin just parrots the party lines. She doesn't have a vision for America. Girl just wants to be famous. Presidents are famous! The problem is, to be president, you have to have some of those darn policy ideas. It doesn't really matter which ones. They need not even be consistent. Just so long as you have some. "Government shouldn't tell us what to do...except when it comes to who we can sleep with." "We can wage wars and pay down the deficit AND cut taxes. We can do it all!" "I want all my groceries to fit in one bag...but I don't want it to be heavy." Things were so much easier when you could just prance around in your swimsuit, weren't they?

Wait for it...

JOSH: Senator, you’re the prohibitive favorite to be the Democratic Party’s nominee for President. You have 58 million dollars in war chest with no end in sight, and...
I don’t know what we’re for.
HOYNES: Josh...
JOSH: I don’t know what we’re for, and I don’t know what we’re against, except we seem to be for winning and against somebody else winning.
HOYNES: It’s a start.

Saturday, October 04, 2008

Debate Talk

I suppose I should say something about the Biden-Palin debate. But I really don't feel like it. Here, however, are some interesting things I learned:

1. Palin believes in American exceptionalism...just not in the American elite.

2. A McCain-Palin administration will cut taxes but also increase education funding. It's magic!

3. Maverick.

You know why Palin did better than she did in the Gibson-Couric interviews? Because she could control the questions. "Governor, some people say your lack of experience is your Achilles' heel. What is your Achilles' heel?" "Well, ya know, Gwen, I have lots of executive experience. I was a governor, a mayor, I worked on the oil regulatory commission, I ran a business. Also I'm a mother." No, no, the question was about your Achilles' heel. It's from Greek mythology, it's like a weakness...you know what, you're handlers can explain it to you after the debate.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

You Can Take the Boy Out of High School...

Things are coming along nicely with the Cute Mentee and me. For some reason I am feeling like I am under some sort of tremendous time crunch to ask her out. It's like I'm back in high school and people are telling me that I better ask her to the prom before someone else does. I don't like to work that way. I like to take weeks (months?) before asking someone out; I need the time to feel them up out. Is this person really worth my time?

Speaking of high school...I've sort of reverted back to it a little bit. The past few weeks I have found myself fabricating reasons to walk past her desk or, for example, suddenly deciding I need napkins from the cafteria when she heads down for a coffee break. This is all very mature.

Vice-presidential debate tonight. Fifty bucks says Sarah Palin cries.