Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Gray Wednesday
Republican Party Headquarters.
NO SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL.
reflections on Black Tuesday brought to you by the indelible Sasha Frere-Jones:
How did the country not change after four years of acid test politricks? Where is my mind? How quickly can I GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS COUNTRY?
(Long wheeze.)
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This is the time on Sprockets when we buy airline tickets.
and a few more of 'em by the dude with the Ph.D in the microhistory of minimal techno (and a guy who spins a mad set), Philip Sherburne:
To our friends around the world: we're sorry. And let us know if you have a couch we can crash on for a while.
To the 43% of the 18-29 year old demographic that chose not to vote (at least according to exit polls I saw last night -- the same percentage that chose not to vote in the 2000 election), please go take a job at Wal-Mart, catch some disease that your nonexistent health insurance does not cover, and die.
no heart.
and it's his fault, too.
i mean, it's like my man Benjamin Franklin once said, "dem n**gas that can give up essential liberty to get a lil' temporuurry safety don't deserve neither of dem shits" **
so, go hug a turntable and listen to the Dead Kennedys for hours.
and remember: Howard Dean and Barack Obama are drawing graphs on Denny's napkins for 2008. trust me.
they're-a-cookin' up something...
**may or may not have been his actual words
but, seriously. would it be wrong to still think of Kerry as my President? i mean, come on. people still believe in Jesus. and that dude is like, you-know-what. i mean, can't i believe in the idea of Kerry-as-President?
sigh.
come have a glass of wine with me...
