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I've been busy doing one to two million things a day lately because my entire existence is being guided by friendly nudges of the emotional and personal life equivalents of plate tectonics and any stability is grounded in the premise that surfing the waves of turmoil with manic glee is delightful, but I'm intrepid and secretly quite courageous and all but one thing is sticking in my craw
so I wanted to give a heads up that talking to me about things like the electoral college or voting or how some people are so wacky that they think a guy named Satan (who was in a Clive Barker play, no less) made fake dinosaur bones to trick everyone and therefore the entire fossil record is somehow a challenge to some dude people claim lives in the sky or how sodomy is actually an issue of whether someone is a good neighbor or not and the whole concept isn't just hatemongering or how killing baby seals is awesome because it gives everybody jobs or that we all have to do our part because noses to the queer shoulders to the grindstone wheel aren't what actually keeps the ceaseless dark mills spinning because our noses and shoulders are super special
or the importance of anything regarding Amerikkkan politics at all, even affairs or scandals which I tend to be quite down with most of the time because they validate my shallow preconceptions that anyone who can get the job is so horrid and corrupted by the sick system of our sick society that they shouldn't dare get the job that they have so sickly seeked...
um, I just wanted to give you a heads up to maybe hold off on trying to sell me on anything involving the whole politics gig for right now because you are my people and I adore every last one of you and I am batty two-thirds of the time even when life is as smooth as a virgin lightbulb and we all need a little help sometimes, so please, please for the love of all that is unholy, don't talk to me about politics, even the fringiest of fringy fringy, for the next couple weeks unless you want nothing but such nasty and back-handed derision that you will be pointing at yourself and weeping forever by the time it is over.
Yes, tragilarity will prevail. Yes, I love everyone that I love even if their intentions misguide them, even the capitalists and the fascists. It is all good in the grand scheme of things and I'll most likely vote for Nader like I always do.
But, someday, when you're less shrieking and I'm less hypersensitive, let's make a pact to shower each other with kisses and embrace in a burning field of poppies as ash rains down from above...even if it's the last thing that we'll ever do...
kthxbye,
ghg
I've been busy doing one to two million things a day lately because my entire existence is being guided by friendly nudges of the emotional and personal life equivalents of plate tectonics and any stability is grounded in the premise that surfing the waves of turmoil with manic glee is delightful, but I'm intrepid and secretly quite courageous and all but one thing is sticking in my craw
so I wanted to give a heads up that talking to me about things like the electoral college or voting or how some people are so wacky that they think a guy named Satan (who was in a Clive Barker play, no less) made fake dinosaur bones to trick everyone and therefore the entire fossil record is somehow a challenge to some dude people claim lives in the sky or how sodomy is actually an issue of whether someone is a good neighbor or not and the whole concept isn't just hatemongering or how killing baby seals is awesome because it gives everybody jobs or that we all have to do our part because noses to the queer shoulders to the grindstone wheel aren't what actually keeps the ceaseless dark mills spinning because our noses and shoulders are super special
or the importance of anything regarding Amerikkkan politics at all, even affairs or scandals which I tend to be quite down with most of the time because they validate my shallow preconceptions that anyone who can get the job is so horrid and corrupted by the sick system of our sick society that they shouldn't dare get the job that they have so sickly seeked...
um, I just wanted to give you a heads up to maybe hold off on trying to sell me on anything involving the whole politics gig for right now because you are my people and I adore every last one of you and I am batty two-thirds of the time even when life is as smooth as a virgin lightbulb and we all need a little help sometimes, so please, please for the love of all that is unholy, don't talk to me about politics, even the fringiest of fringy fringy, for the next couple weeks unless you want nothing but such nasty and back-handed derision that you will be pointing at yourself and weeping forever by the time it is over.
Yes, tragilarity will prevail. Yes, I love everyone that I love even if their intentions misguide them, even the capitalists and the fascists. It is all good in the grand scheme of things and I'll most likely vote for Nader like I always do.
But, someday, when you're less shrieking and I'm less hypersensitive, let's make a pact to shower each other with kisses and embrace in a burning field of poppies as ash rains down from above...even if it's the last thing that we'll ever do...
kthxbye,
ghg
