Well, for me it is, anyhow.
This should explain that mysterious and provocative statement :
As you can imagine, not being able to vote today due to my disability has me pretty pissed off. They managed to accommodate me in the previous election, dammit.
But I get the feeling they are not nearly as well organized this time.
How very sad.
I’ve been looking forward to voting against Pierre Poliwannacracker for weeks now, and looking forward to voting for Carney almost as long.
He seems like a very solid dude and I completely trust him to deal with Trump. He has the appropriate level of disdain for the “man”. He knows that you can’t deal with Trump like he’s a reasonable adult human being.
You have to school him like the toddler he is. And that means being firm, direct, and unwavering in your convictions.
And being willing to correct Trump as many times as it takes for him to actually start paying attention to what you’re saying.
If only to make the situation end sooner.
And it means abandoning all respect for him. That’s something the American media seem unable to do. They continue to cling desperately to the idea that he’s not as bad as he seems and that he has some sort of master strategy, even if it’s an evil one.
But no. He’s just an idiot.
His people, sadly, have a plan, and it’s to destroy America. The true underbelly of the Republican party has finally stopped pretending that they ever liked freedom and democracy and they are eager to follow Hitler’s playbook in getting rid of literally everything America has ever stood for because they’re such “patriots”.
Where’s Captain America when you need him? Or Superman.
Luckily, enough of them actually do believe in America to be having drastic second thoughts about that Trump fella.
I read on Bluesky that articles of impeachment have officially been filed. Good. I am dying to know how exactly the Republicans are going to defend Trump from the literally dozens of impeachable offenses he can be charged with.
How typically Canadian of me to be discussing American politics on Election Day.
The most important thing is to force as many Republicans in the House and Senate to defend Trump’s actions as much as possible.
That’s more important than if he’s actually removed from office. Sure, that’s definitely the best outcome, but that’s not going to happen unless you can really rattle his Republican robots in Congress into thinking that if they don’t turn on Trump, the people will turn on them.
It is within our power to turn Trump into pure political poison.
Let’s do that.
I mean, who would even represent him if he did get impeached and thus had to be defended in the “court” of Congress?
Certainly nobody competent. He hates people like that. Competent people might tell him no, and toddler that he is, he doesn’t think anyone should ever be able to tell him no.
That’s the essential through line of his entire pathology : nobody has the right to ever tell him no about anything.
After all, if they say no, that comes dangerously close to the idea that it is possible for him to ever be wrong about something.
And that’s just not true. It isn’t, it isn’t, it ISN’T!
And he has made himself into the patron saint of people who can’t ever ever EVER admit that they have ever been wrong about literally anything.
And that’s why they keep supporting him. Because to stop supporting him would mean they had been wrong about something.
And they would rather see America burn than admit that.
Imagine going through your whole life thinking you’ve never been wrong.
Imagine the feeling of power when your realize that this means that you can make things true just by saying them.
Explains a lot, doesn’t it?
More after the break.
Peeling back the layers
So I have made progress on the whole applying to the Onion thing.
I’m hoping to finish up tomorrow.
I have the resume done, more or less. It certainly won’t be the most impressive resume they have ever received but I guarantee it will be the funniest.
I’ve decided that for this application, I am just going to let my zany nature run wild. Jokes tucked in everywhere to show off my wacky wit. A general atmosphere of comedic intent and wild, anything can happen, devil may care merriment.
I’m trying to be funny, is what am saying. And cute.
I’m pretty good at both of those.
And what the hell, I can live with the risk of coming on way too strong or otherwise being just a tad too much.
I gotta be me, after all.
One thing that bothers me about the application form is that I don’t see anywhere to submit my 30 headlines.
I assume they’re on the next page of the form or whatever. I am eager to submit them as I am rather proud of them.
And I haven’t even given them their final revising yet!
Or their first one, for that matter.
What can I say, I’m lazy.
Anyhow, I have the resume done and tomorrow I will seriously get down to making those headlines as funny as I possibly can.
Which should be novel. I rarely do that. I just write whatever and shove it out the door.
But I really, really want this job and so I am going to slow my creativity down long enough to stick with a thing and try to make it as amazing as I can.
Historically, doing that makes me depressed. Once I’m done writing something I don’t want to see it any more. I’m off to the next thing.
But I will go into revision knowing this and thus with my nerves steeled and a sense of grim purpose as my armor.
It may not be my favorite part of writing, but this time, it has to be done.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.