Voted this morning -- did not hear from Jeebus regarding last night's megapraying, so I went with Obama.
I'm a bit ambivalent about the simplified ballot they use here in NYC. Vote for judges: pick any four candidates ... from the list of four Democratic candidates. Vote for Surrogate: pick any one of the one Democratic candidates. (Admittedly, given that 99.5% of voters have no clue what the Surrogate is or does, there's probably no reason to give 'em a choice here.) And so it goes, all the way down the line.
It must suck to be a Republican voter, and have this ballot handed to you. I almost feel bad for them. Until I read about the voter-supression crap they've been pullling, and then I figure it's their own damned fault that people here want no part of the GOP.
I'm pretty sure the media know about all 50 states, so that's kind of a weak hook to hang their hopes on. They'd be better off speculating about where an asteroid would have to hit the US, in order to take out enough blue state votes. Because that's pretty much the only way God's gonna answer their prayers.
(Full disclosure notice: I'm not worried.)
Like in "My Fair Lady" after Eliza successfully convinces the upper-crust she's one of them then Henry Higgins says "I did it!".
There are <a href="http:\/\/what-if.xkcd.com\/8\/" target="_blank">worse outcomes</a> of jumping up and down. None as bad as Romney winning, though.
Including the panhandle/scrotum. It&#039;s been a long time, but I remember what blue balls feel like. Don&#039;t worry, Apalachicola, your love will be requited.
&quot;Do you also think the doctor is the one making people sick because everybody you see coming out of his office seems to have something wrong with them?&quot;
-me earlier tonight to a guy who blames Obama for the country&#039;s problems
(BTW, Newell sure picked the wrong fucking time to stomp out of Wonkette in a huff just because Becca was an unprofessional boss who hit shrooms like a college freshman and forgot to contact him for 24 hours.)
Voted this morning -- did not hear from Jeebus regarding last night&#039;s megapraying, so I went with Obama.
I&#039;m a bit ambivalent about the simplified ballot they use here in NYC. Vote for judges: pick any four candidates ... from the list of four Democratic candidates. Vote for Surrogate: pick any one of the one Democratic candidates. (Admittedly, given that 99.5% of voters have no clue what the Surrogate is or does, there&#039;s probably no reason to give &#039;em a choice here.) And so it goes, all the way down the line.
It must suck to be a Republican voter, and have this ballot handed to you. I almost feel bad for them. Until I read about the voter-supression crap they&#039;ve been pullling, and then I figure it&#039;s their own damned fault that people here want no part of the GOP.
I&#039;m pretty sure the media know about all 50 states, so that&#039;s kind of a weak hook to hang their hopes on. They&#039;d be better off speculating about where an asteroid would have to hit the US, in order to take out enough blue state votes. Because that&#039;s pretty much the only way God&#039;s gonna answer their prayers.
(Full disclosure notice: I&#039;m not worried.)
Kneeling down, bent over, whatever.
That is the best dissertation story EVER.
And then start grooming Tagg for 2024.
If we&#039;re going to go all hippy-dippy, how&#039;s about this for prophecy?
&quot;Goddamn, I declare, have you seen the like? Their walls are built of cannon balls, Their motto is Don&#039;t tread on me.&quot;
That&#039;s been running through my head ever since the Tea Party crawled out of the fever swamps. Let it stop tomorrow, please.
Like in &quot;My Fair Lady&quot; after Eliza successfully convinces the upper-crust she&#039;s one of them then Henry Higgins says &quot;I did it!&quot;.
Bill Clinton approves this message.
Oh, son, for that you traded your everlasting soul? Well, I wasn&#039;t usin&#039; it.
There are <a href="http:\/\/what-if.xkcd.com\/8\/" target="_blank">worse outcomes</a> of jumping up and down. None as bad as Romney winning, though.
Including the panhandle/scrotum. It&#039;s been a long time, but I remember what blue balls feel like. Don&#039;t worry, Apalachicola, your love will be requited.
&quot;Do you also think the doctor is the one making people sick because everybody you see coming out of his office seems to have something wrong with them?&quot;
-me earlier tonight to a guy who blames Obama for the country&#039;s problems
You&#039;ve put some thought into this.
Yes.
No, that&#039;s Peggy Noonan&#039;s prayer. <a href="http://storify.com/KenLayne..." target="_blank">" rel="nofollow noopener" title="http://storify.com/KenLayne/something-old-is-roar...">http://storify.com/KenLayne...
(BTW, Newell sure picked the wrong fucking time to stomp out of Wonkette in a huff just because Becca was an unprofessional boss who hit shrooms like a college freshman and forgot to contact him for 24 hours.)
I didn&#039;t think to pray about it, but seeing FlorDuh turn light blue on 538 feels like an answer to prayer!
/one tired hippie in 321 who will be canvassing again in 8 hours...