shirt and bumpersticker not big enough

M*A*S*H

Maybe it could be a series of billboards and skywriters, or sound trucks blaring, or a daily TV spot, but it’s necessary. People in my country are arguing about the most ridiculous things right now — particularly in an election year, but just generally — and while we all have this big food fight there’s a ghost at the party.

It’s the war. Nothing comes before stopping it. Please remember that.

This election is a fucking clown car

It’s official; we’ve broken the stupid barrier now. I just read about 10 different opinions about the U.S. election and each one made my head hurt worse than all the rest. Identity politics, personality politics, talk radio victims, Orwellian doublespeak, fuck all of it.

I have my vote made up and the rest is just noise now. I’m not going to pay attention to anything anyone says, including what I say to myself. As St. Jack Rebney said in the Book of Winnebago:

I DON’T WANT ANY MORE BULLSHIT ANYTIME DURING THE DAY. FROM ANYONE, THAT INCLUDES ME.

Mike Carona hits another low

If you’ve protected your friend’s rapist son while you’re sheriff, given out guns to all your buddies, and got yourself indicted for corruption charges involving the same rapist’s dad, there’s nothing like a new tape showing you n-wording. Because that’s what we want in a Sheriff:

The tapes, between Carona and former political confidante Donald Haidl, reveal Carona casually using the n-word, dropping several f-bombs, talking about his sexual conquests and making sexual remarks about other women.

I mean, we’re bigots here, but you aren’t supposed to SAY IT LIKE THAT.

“You’re right, I’ve had a life that’s been absolutely blessed,” he tells Haidl. “I’ve met millionaires, billionaires, I’ve traveled on personal airplanes, and I never shook anybody down for any s***, so. … Not that I haven’t, you know, drank some great wine, and had great booze and … got some, you know, phenomenal (sex) along the way…”