The Musings of

Something full of magic, religion, bullsh*t.

The last election baked me on politics. I'm like the alcoholic who returns to the bottle, in that every couple of years I actually start paying attention to the political scene again only to wake up hungover. I know from experience that it's all that sweet talk. The GOP candidates are just using me for my body -- they'll tell me anything to get me into bed. But when the morning comes, they're out the door before the sun rises -- heading out to play kisseyface with the 40-odd percent who didn't vote for them in an attempt to win EVERY SINGLE VOTE next time.

For awhile there, I wondered if this time would be different. Maybe Bush is a good guy, I thought; maybe he will flower without the threat of an election. Yeah, and maybe if frogs had wings they wouldn't bump their asses when they hopped.

All those "conservatives" who lined up behind Bush did so for one alleged reason -- no matter how bad he was, we'd at least get solid individuals nominated to the SCOTUS. I told them they were only setting themselves up for a heartbreak, but they didn't believe me. Now the body of Sandra Day O'Connor isn't even cold, and they're already in full crisis mode concerning a possible pro-abortion Gonzales nomination.

Oh, well. Better late than never. It's going to be a long summer. 

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