... so my choice is "or death?"

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So I stop at the grocery store across the street from my job before work to pick up snacks and while I'm checking out the sushi lunches they have for sale, this guy is standing next to me talking into a cell phone saying, "Yeah, he's thinking of leaving the country. America's going downhill fast, I'm telling you. I'm thinking about leaving myself."

I was sorely tempted to ask what he meant by that, but I knew the two options were:

a.) health care reform sets puppies on fire and he wants to go to another where the government doesn't take so much of his hard-earned money for taxes like they do here, in which case ... uh, I hear Somalia's nice this time of year; OR ...

b.) he's terrified some teabagging fuckwit with explosive devices is going to try some shit and get a ton of people killed and he wants to get the fuck out before it's his ass at the wrong end of a boomstick, in which case ... can I come with? And does he know of an empty British or Canadian couch we can sleep on?

Either way ... eh, that store's sushi is revolting anyway.

Also, Ricky Martin announced he's gay. Okay, fandom, somebody write the porn where he fucks Adam Lambert. You know you want to, fandom, because you want everybody to fuck Adam. And thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster for that. :D

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Like anne_jumps said, I always wonder where people like that think they're going to move to.

Fingers crossed for option (b), I guess?


(Aw, Ricky. I actually hadn't heard! I am pleased.)