Well, I said I had more to write about on the topic of race, and I wasn’t lying.
The racial and gender bias in the 2008 Democratic primaries was an issue whether or not we as a Nation wanted to admit it. You know there are a lot of narrow-minded racists in this country that would never vote for a black turd. There are an equal number of misogynist cocks that would never cast their vote for a female douche. It’s not hard to see where the votes for these two candidates came from.
Balack Osama, riding an overwhelming wave of African-American support, killed Billary in most big cities, while she lynched him (metaphorically, goddammit. metaphorically!) in rural areas. In fact, the success of any black candidate for any office can be directly correlated to the proportion of African-Americans in the population. Why do you think three of the past four mayors of Philadelphia (dating back to 1984) have been black? According to the 2000 Census, 45% of Philly is white, 43.2% is black. I grew up in Philly, and I remember the racial tension of the campaigns when the city elected its first black mayor. Even after Goode’s popularity waned following the MOVE investigation, he was still re-elected. Amazing! All this just proves my point. There doesn’t have to be more blacks in an electoral area, there just has to be a somewhat equal percentage of blacks and white… and with those numbers, black candidates are more likely to be elected to office. In predominately whites areas, black electoral success is not so easy. I wonder what would happen if both parties threw us a curve ball. In 2016, if the Democratic party nominated a cunt… we’ll call her Oprah, and the Republican party nominated a cocksucker, oh, let’s say openly gay comedian Scott Thompson (yeah, I know he’s Canadian). I think this country would loose its fucking mind. Congress would outlaw watermelon, fried chicken, rainbow parties, and maple leafs for sure!
Anyway, let me make myself clear. I am not a fan of Balack Osama. In fact, I’d have rather had a president with tits (and I don’t mean McCain’s man tits). The point of this blog entry is certainly not to defend race- or gender-based political decision making. I’m just pointing out that it exists and that it will be a factor in the upcoming general election. In fact, when the Democrats started jockeying for the 2008 nomination back in, shit, 1972 I think, I wanted Billary to be president because it would piss off so many republicans. But now Billary has bowed out and we’re left with Osama and Old Man McCain. Doesn’t it worry anyone that McCain is 71 and wants to be president? What if he died after being elected? Fuck, George Carlin died at 71, people! (And if you weren’t paying attention, I used all seven of George’s words you can never say on television above. Rest in peace, George.)
Anyway, I’m leaning towards wanting Balack Osama to win… but for reasons that aren’t so clear.
As a country, I think we must nominate and elect an African American. Seriously, how will the rest of the world view the U.S. if we don’t nominate a black man for President? We’d be seen as the racist, war mongering assholes that we were 230 years ago, sans the powdered wigs. If we elect Balack Osama, every single race card in America expires! No shit! Think about it. “Yo dawg, I not be gettin’ dat job at da McDonald’s because I is black.” Ugh, sorry my negro friend, you did not get the job because ebonics is your primary language and you have more “bling” on your teeth than Mr. T wore in The A-Team. There would be no more affirmative action. No longer could the race card be effectively used against us cracker-ass crackers! Whites and blacks would be on equal footing. If anyone tried to play the race card, all we’d have to do is point to a picture of our black president. Shit, I’d carry a picture of Balack Osama in my wallet! The so-called race card would be as useful as little orange $500 Monopoly bills at the gas pump… or, as my uncle Bob used to say, “as useful as a limp dick in a whorehouse.”
Gas prices fucking suck! There’s not a whole lot more I can say than that. I’d have bet all the sweat on my nut sack plus three quarters, a nickel, and two pennies (that’s all I got, man) that I’d never long for the days of $3.30 a gallon gas. Just a dollar lower than today’s ass-raping prices would save me $132 a month. When we started this commute from hell to Seattle (also known as hell), gas prices were about $2.30 a gallon. Now they’re nearly double! Personally, I don’t give two squirts of camel shit why the prices are so goddamn high. Someone, be it A-rabs, the government, big oil companies, or little green martians, needs to do something about the price of gas in this fucking country before the price of everything is out of the reach of us middle-aged white guys making forty to fifty thousand a year. Seriously! The price of everything (and by everything, I mean everyfuckingthing) is going up and up thanks to the high cost of fuel. Of course, salary isn’t rising to match the rising cost of everything. Increased spending plus stagnant earning equals no money. Anyone else see a problem here?
That’s all I got. It’s too hot to write any more. Where the hell did this sweltering heat come from? The first 20 days of “June-uary” barely made it to 65°F here in the northwest of the Pacific Northwest. Now it’s June 29, and we’re in the middle of a near-record heat wave. Someone turn off the furnace! My butt crack is a canyon of swamp-ass! Simply excrement!
I have a tale to tell about my right knee, but I’ll wait until I get back from the doctor about that. I was supposed to see the doc on the 20th, but missed the appointment because of shitty traffic from Seattle to Whidbey Island. That appointment was rescheduled for July 3.
I'm your typical middle-aged fat-ass struggling from paycheck to paycheck. It's the American fucking dream, don't ya know. I drive a 2005 Ford F-150 pickup truck.
