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apocalypsosOct. 30, 2004 | COLUMBUS, Ohio -- Lisa Dupler, a 33-year-old from Columbus, held up a rainbow-striped John Kerry sign outside the Nationwide Arena on Friday, as Republicans streamed out after being rallied by George W. Bush and Arnold Schwarzenegger. A thickset woman with very short, dark hair, Dupler was silent and barely flinched as people passing her hissed "faggot" into her ear. An old lady looked at her and said, "You people are sick!" A kid who looked to be about 10 or 11 affected a limp wrist and mincing voice and said, "Oh, I'm gay." Rather than restraining him, his squat mother guffawed and then turned to Dupler and sneered, "Why don't you go marry your girlfriend?" Encouraged, her son yelled, "We don't want faggots in the White House!"
What. The. FUCK.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again:
Kerry = Not the Anti-Christ
Bush = Not the Anti-Christ
Damien = Okay, see, that's the Anti-Christ
Don't mind me, I'm just overdosing on horror movies for Halloween. (I'm currently watching The Exorcist. I probably shouldn't, because it creeps me out on a very weird level, but hell, I'll try it this once.)
Anyway, as for their followers ... well, hell, as long as both sides can occupy the same space with each other without resorting to racial slurs, bigotry, or poo-flinging, you know you're in the crowd of Bush or Kerry supporters that have actually retained their sanity. And for the record, both sides are evenly distributed with the same ratio of wild-tempered kooks to average people. All you have to remember is that for every kook you see voting for Bush or Kerry who keeps saying stupid shit, there are seven or eight people standing off to the side shaking their head and muttering, "Stop being on our side! You're making our side sound bad!"
Urgh. Countdown to supposed end of all this stupidity = 58 hours. Countdown to supposed end of my sanity for November = 10.5 hours. Countdown to when I really lose my sanity for November = Um, when do I start work again tomorrow? Oh, yeah ... 23 hours. It's sad when you're doing NaNoWriMo knowing full well that it can't drive you nuts considering your job is twice as stressful anymore.
In any event, have solved the junk food problem, and am now definitely stocked up with cookies 'n' creme nuggets and Cheetos and Mountain Dew Code Red. If that doesn't get me wired, I don't know what will.
What. The. FUCK.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again:
Kerry = Not the Anti-Christ
Bush = Not the Anti-Christ
Damien = Okay, see, that's the Anti-Christ
Don't mind me, I'm just overdosing on horror movies for Halloween. (I'm currently watching The Exorcist. I probably shouldn't, because it creeps me out on a very weird level, but hell, I'll try it this once.)
Anyway, as for their followers ... well, hell, as long as both sides can occupy the same space with each other without resorting to racial slurs, bigotry, or poo-flinging, you know you're in the crowd of Bush or Kerry supporters that have actually retained their sanity. And for the record, both sides are evenly distributed with the same ratio of wild-tempered kooks to average people. All you have to remember is that for every kook you see voting for Bush or Kerry who keeps saying stupid shit, there are seven or eight people standing off to the side shaking their head and muttering, "Stop being on our side! You're making our side sound bad!"
Urgh. Countdown to supposed end of all this stupidity = 58 hours. Countdown to supposed end of my sanity for November = 10.5 hours. Countdown to when I really lose my sanity for November = Um, when do I start work again tomorrow? Oh, yeah ... 23 hours. It's sad when you're doing NaNoWriMo knowing full well that it can't drive you nuts considering your job is twice as stressful anymore.
In any event, have solved the junk food problem, and am now definitely stocked up with cookies 'n' creme nuggets and Cheetos and Mountain Dew Code Red. If that doesn't get me wired, I don't know what will.
