Took the pill this morning. Now i have a bad case of the usual, Bleary eyes, dizzy, disoriented, hard to focus, and so on.
And Ihad planned ot skip blogging with lunch on grounds of incapacity. I am not exactly at my sharpest right now and it would be perfectly understandable if I were to just listen to music or watch YouTube videos instead, knowing it will all get done eventually.
Yet here I am, typing away. Seems like I can’t blog and I can’t not blog either. i guess I just don’t know what to do with myself right now, when it is so hard to concentrate.
The American election is still going on. Having it drag on tortuously like this is very 2020 of it. Last I checked Biden was ahead by just three electoral votes.
That’s way too close. I was really hoping for a slam dunk victory. Now it’s very possible Trump will win and I have no idea how I will handle that but it will not be good.
Please don’t tempt my darkness.
Dunno what is happening with the Senate. Might be funny to see Trump re-elected only to be forced to deal with Democrats holding both the House and the Senate. then he’d have to learn to play nice because he wouldn’t have his pet Senate protecting him any more and they can now hold him accountable.
Done eating. Back to bed.
It gets dark so early
Hello darkness my old friend
Now you start at 5 pm
Well I am pretty fucking depressed.
As I write this, Joe Biden is ahead in the polls…. by two lousy electoral college votes. And given all the fuckery with the ballots, the last thing the world needed was a neck and neck race that is easy to dispute.
And who will ultimately decide? Trump’s supreme court. Lovely.
The fate of the world will once again rely on whether a small number of conservatives grow a pair and stand up for that’s right.
It didn’t happen in the Senate when the confirmation of Psycho Amy came up.
What are the odds of it happening when the fate of the world is on the line?
Doesn’t look good for flipping the Senate either. god damn it. Even Mitch the Bitch kept his Senate seat, and I loathe him more than I have ever loathed anyone before.
So it really feels like darkness is about to devour the world, and in response, my own darkness is stirring in its lair at the bottom of that subterranean lake like it’s Godzilla that just heart the hydrogen bomb go off, and it is going to be hungry.
Along with that comes guilt. Absurd but true. I feel guilty because I had all these great ideas on how to shut the GOP down in the realm of public opinion and all these brilliant positioning strategies and oh so many brilliant soundbites, and all I ever did with them was tell them to my friends to show off how smart I am.
And I know the standard response would be to tell me to relax, to remember that I am just one lone Canadian weirdo with no clout or voice and that in all likelihood there was absolutely nothing I could have done to help.
And for most people, that would be absolutely true.
But I’m not most people.
I have power most people couldn’t even dream of. My combination of intelligence, verbal skills, mental clarity, and charisma makes me one hell of a communicator and that means I have great power.
And we all know what comes with great power.
So yeah, it might be crazy to feel guilty about America’s political clusterfuck. Certainly, that’s where the odds lay.
But I know me and I know what I am capable of.
So I will always feel like I could have done something. But I didn’t. I didn’t see the need. I felt no sense of urgency. I let the whole thing slide.
Why? Because deep down, I didn’t really think he could win. I convinced myself that the pollsters were right and I could relax and wait it out.
Well I will tell you one thing :if Trump steals the election, all bets are off. I am going to focus all my powers on his destruction. I will be aiming my lasers straight at his heart and setting them to “kill”.
There will be no mercy. I am willing to whip people into a lynch mod like frenzy of pure inchoate rage that can only be calmed by his brutal death if that is what it takes.
I would be perfectly willing to arrange a Mussolini death for him where he is dragged out of the White House by an angry mob and burned at the fucking stake.
And that goes quintuple for Mitch the Bitch.
So pray to lose, you human filth. Pray your boy goes down and I have no reason to unleash my demons on your putrid little world.
I am the motherfucking Death Star and your planet is in my sights. You steal this election and I will straight up Alderaan your ass.
And I am not the only one. Maybe you don’t think civil war is a possibility because you think the other side is all wimpy liberals who hate confrontation.
But you’re wrong. There is an apocalyptic level of rage at your bullshit government that has only been held in check by the hope that this election will rid the world of you. And not just from your citizens. From all over the world.
Steal the election, and God himself will not be able to save you.
Pray to lose, gentlemen.
It is your only hope.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow,.