Wag the Dog



I'm going to start off with some fun and not so fun facts.

• There is graffiti on the wall at Fajitas n' Ritas that reads "Kucinich in '04!!!" written very demurely in ballpoint pen.


• The National Mail Voter Registration Form will allow you to register to vote from just about anywhere in the United States


• In Massachusetts, here are still more ways to register to vote


• Here are the names and faces of those confirmed killed in Iraq to date.

What prompts this unpleasant digression to reality? Today we decided to challenge Mr. H's emerging immune system by watching the Sunday morning political talking head shows. We even watched The Chris Matthews Show, which is sure to get the blood moving. The panel discussed the Dean candidacy in some depth. It seems to be a foregone conclusion that he'll be the eventual nominee. Someone noted that Wes Clark is a much better candidate on paper, and Peggy Noonan piped up saying something like "But Dean supporters are impervious to argument!" Mr. H snorted and said "First time I've ever agreed with that douche bag." Peggy "one day my face is going to crack open" Noonan is right. College kids do know everything.

When Dean talks about anger and despair, it's hard not to feel touched. I am full of anger and despair, especially when I see the weekly list of 19-year-olds killed in Iraq. But a few weeks ago, I saw some average young white guys skiing down Arlington Street holding up signs saying "Paging Doctor Draft Dodger." And I had the horrible realization that "if this is in Massachusetts, he's sunk in the flyover states and the south." Apparently we tolerate two tuxedo-wearing brides and ice cream with chunks of candy in it a lot better 'round these crunchy liberal parts. I fear angst and dreadlocked kids do not fly in the heartland.

And that doesn't mean them thar kids (and plenty of other perfectly well-adjusted adults) aren't entitled to their opinion. This year I encourage everyone to become involved. If I count you in my circle of friends and you don't vote, whatever your poison, I will be saddened. Although I still want to send a flaming shit-o-gram to Ralph Nader. But that's my opinion, fucko.

I can't say I'm a fully informed voter yet, but I'm trying to get there. Mr. H says "In the meantime, go Wes!" I am going to revisit the presidential (disg)race once a week, so some of you might want to learn the Meow Mix song to sing during those posts, to make them go away. But fear not, we'll have a heaping helping of dribble for you in the interim, because a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down. For every time I nag you, I promise one topless photo. Or something, as I realize that doesn't float everyone's boat. But I've been saving one from when I was 19. You should see how perky the girls were.

-xxoo

Posted 5:40 PM by Licketysplit