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Read Liberal Fascism by Jonah Goldberg and you’ll be even more worried. It’s here already and it isn’t getting weaker. In this election, we can’t win.

Is it unpatriotic to be really, really tired of politics?

No offense, McGoo, or you either, Sweasel. I hear it’s a really good book.

Wonder if that’s the plan. Screech about votes and polls and such, until everybody’s tired of hearing about the subject. Then they can sneak their candidate in and nobody will notice.

Them, and they, of course, being your personal favorite conspiracy, the MSM, Jews, the VRWC, etc. If that’s it, it’s working on me.

No offense taken. It’s a hard book to get into. And its very depressing.

I personally am royally sick of politics. I just don’t seem to be able to get away from it.

I second McGoo. That is one damned fine book. We should set up a fund to send a copy to everyone in government.

Of course, if youse guys would just get offen yer duffs and elect me Benevolent Dictator For Life, I would make sure that there was so darned little politics (and politicians!) that you actually started to miss it. Them. Whatever.

I’ve heard nothing but good things about Liberal Fascism. I’ve avoided it partly because Goldberg so gets on my nerves on The Corner and mostly because I don’t often read political books. I’d have to tell myself it’s history. Or porn.

In general, I move in and out of politics, gnus. After the drama of 2000’s contested elections, I dropped out for a long time. Just wrung out, I guess.

Awwww…NUTS! I forgot my ID today. That’s the little beeper type that lets me in the door…and no, it’s not the front door. It’s the door thirty feet from my desk. The one between me and the cafeteria. The one between me and the little weasel’s room.

Damn. Damndamndamn.

My pal Krissy was literally the first through the door. She stood about four feet from him. I think she actually got hit by the thick, gooey streams of hope he was shooting. She went to Clinton last week, and this one, and she’s going to vote for him.

My God we’re electing a porn star.

I used to hate it when I forgot my badge at work. They gave you one with a big TEMP written on it. Might as well print DOOFUS on it. Everyone would play the “who are you – are you supposed to be in here?” game with anyone who forgot.

Hey, nice ducky, AT.

Here’s one for the “damn the internet is weird” department. I was doing a Google images search for a puddle of water, which pointed to this picture apparently of a spider and a beer spill. Intrigued, I visited the page, which is this obituary of Annmarie Campbell, who was killed by an alligator. Further investigation of the site revealed this gallery of vintage images of alligators menacing people. In the oldest images, alligators menace black toddlers. In the newer images, alligators menace nubile young white women in bikinis.

I don’t know if I wondered into the crazy place, or if some sort of theme might emerge if I kept investigating. At any rate, I’m at work and that’s as far as I go. Never found the beer spider.

Oh, I was also intrigued by the idea that “One day, the blogs of the dead will outnumber the living.” Which is true, if they don’t sweep out the old ones at some point. Until the technology moves on, anyhow.

Ew. And today’s unpleasant Google question to which sweasel was apparently the answer:

woman;s pissing hole tube to piss like men

Where is google.in?

Oh, GREAT. And I just inadvertently pasted “woman;s pissing hole tube to piss like men” into a powerpoint presentation about a dryer fire.

One of these days, I’m going to do that and not notice.

The theme that would emerge is that it’s impossible to wander out of the crazy place, once you’ve found yourself there.

Heh. Hello, Schutzman. I often feel eyes on my neck as I pad around the web leaving crumbs in usage logs. I planned to go back for a second look from home. I probably have the company record for invoking the Big Red Hand, so I try not to push my luck.

Well, thank you for visiting, and please come again.

Also, your chocolate is now in my peanut butter.

Well! I’ve been back. I’m still not sure what I was looking at, but I enjoyed browsing your photos. I’m sure I shall get your peanut butter on my chocolate again.

If I had a clown in this parade, I’d be plenty worried.

IMO, Clinton and Obama would be easy to beat. Thing is, McCain is a weenie by saying he has all this respect for two of the crookedest senators around.
How does a weenie beat two clowns with their own incriminating horns?
This has to be the dumbest set of candidate EVAH!

D’OH
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