Tuesday, January 20, 2009

President Obama.‏

ok, credit where credit is due, that was an impressively crafted speech. and though it might be mundane to the real world in which we live with the issues, for an inauguration speech it managed to actually push some boundaries by actually placing the blame with the American government and even more unconventionally the American public. 'We understand that greatness is never a given, it must be earned' is refreshing compared to the republican "why do you hate America, Communist?" we have lived with for eight years even if this speech still dissolved into trademark American Schultz. everyone with half a mind knows that without a strict reform the American governmental process will never deliver anything. and the reform really isn't coming. the most I could ever hope for from Obama is that he manages to make a more centric American society that doesn't have time to fuck anything else up. y'know, like a real democrat. my friend Arien over at his blog http://arien617.blogspot.com/ has little to no hope for Obama at all. fair enough I say. I find my self putting a molecular bit of trust in a president a dirty, foolish feeling. but Arien seems to hold the CIA as behind this. the same CIA that couldn't cover up a semen soaked dress or Watergate? and I don't think the CIA will work that hard for a black guy from Hawaii who is a democrat. hell, he might get killed, that'll definitely send some shockwaves of Democratic feeling for once. or twice ,(1865) or thrice (1963).


the blog will get better, America however.....

Saturday, January 10, 2009

well, I'm an arsehole. yeah, yeah I can hear you "we already knew that!" but specifically, I'm an arsehole.

went to party,
got drunk,
got happy,
danced like a wanker,
got sober,
got mean,
took everything the wrong way,
did something rash
annoyed someone I like
went and fell asleep in the bathtub
left without saying goodbye.
passed out with my book on my face in bed.
woke again at 4:32 with the unmissable emptiness of guilt.
inconsequential morning activities,
this blog.
this list.
apologies.








the blog will get better, but I don't know as a human, if I can

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