Election Day


My calendar informs me that today is Election Day.  This, of course, now means even less than it used to mean, which has always been next to nothing.  Even before our electoral process was Putinized beyond repair, the US had never been a democracy in any real sense of the word.  The Electoral College ensures that votes are “evenly distributed” among people of varying exposure to their fellow citizens so that those who live in culturally stagnant rural areas actually have a greater effect on the national outcome than a typical urban voter.  In other words, if you live in a city among hundreds of thousands of other residents, your voice is considered over-represented (as if city dwellers were homogeneous in their political views).   The real problem to keep in check in the minds of those who rely on popular ignorance to attain their positions of power is that a true popular vote would give too much influence to people who actually know what the fuck is going on.  And we can’t have that, right?  It wouldn’t be fair to our cousin-fucking friends south of the Mason-Dixon Line!

If you think that last sentence was uncalled for, you’re right, but I just don’t give a fuck anymore.  I’ll say whatever the hell I goddamn please because that’s the American way…and I know I’m right because the president said so!  But he shouldn’t have had to: everybody knows that measured and considerate speech is an affront to liberty but guns are a gift from God – that’s just common sense.  Sorry…common AMERICAN sense.  The rest of the world sees us as the collective of idiotic narcissists that we are.

In just a moment, I am going to re-post the very first blog entry I ever made.  It first appeared just under a year ago on Two Voices In One Transmission, my now defunct shared blog with Mazmisc.  You will see that in one year’s time, my tone and outlook about the bizarre Dystopia in which we find ourselves has gone through many permutations.  Despite the underlying desperation in the mood of the upcoming piece, there was an equal measure of optimism; an inference that together, those of us who are decent and compassionate could find a way out of this mess.  Silly me.  After all that’s transpired in 365 days, that hopeful outlook just sounds quaint now.  Like when my dog digs circular divots in the carpet in a mad dash to catch his own tail.  It’s pointless, but it’s cute.

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