You might have noticed that I haven’t been saying much about the presidential primaries.
That’s mainly because the campaigns have gone from being interesting and compelling to uh, distasteful and, well, adolescent? Post-adolescent? Pre?
Most of the back and forth between the candidates and their surrogates(oh the surrogates, oi)just sounds like playground tattle-tale-ing(‘ms hoover, barack said a bad word! You should give him detention, ms hoover.’)
Take obamas comment recently that economically insecure people might turn to old standby’s like guns and religion.
Not the smartest thing to say, but not exactly earth-shattering.
And then mccain and hillary jump on obama for being ‘elitist’.
Um, huh.
Hillary and mccain live in million dollar houses and travel in private planes. They’re each worth tens of millions of dollars. They got advanced degrees from fancy colleges. And they’re calling obama ‘elitist’?
To quote david brent from the office, ‘hello? Kettle, pot, black?’
They’re politicians and they’re all elitist, that’s a given, no?
Its not like any of the candidates live in a double-wide and spend their evenings watching dr phil and washing government cheese down with bud lights while the neighbors kids shoot cats with a .22.
I still hope that obama gets the nomination and becomes president.
And, for what its worth, even though I’m probably considered by lots of people to be an elitist now, I can say from experience that government cheese is fucking rough.
I figure I paid my non-elitist dues when I was 10 and my mom sent me to the supermarket to try and use foodstamps to get cigarettes for her. That and adjusting the wire hanger in the salvation army tv so we could watch ‘a-team’.
Or doing homework in the car outside of the laundromat.
Ah, I could go on all night…
White trash rules.
And obama should stay away from bowling alleys.
It would make a good slogan:
‘Obama: good president, terrible bowler’.
And the best bowling in manhattan is at the port authority bowling alley.
They sell beer by the yard. Its awesome.
Ok, time for bed.
Moby
