Archive for January, 2009

Let the good times roll

Tuesday, January 20th, 2009

Inauguration Day 2009

The night that Rachel and I first met, a sort of blind date seeing “Hellboy” in 2004, I offered her a ride home from the theater. On the way to my car she asked me, “How do you feel about the president?” This was Spring 2004. I felt generally the same as I felt in Fall 2000, the same way I feel now. He’s a soulless prick. Then she gave me this sticker (her own creation and design, based on a phrase from Stu), which I promptly affixed to my daily shoulder bag:

Dangerous Idiot Sticker 2004

Of course I was destined to marry this woman, but that’s not my point. With the exit of Bush, we are at the end of an era. We have been dropped into the middle of a lake of shit, and after eight years of swimming we have finally reached the shore. Yes, everything still stinks, the damage will only be tallied by the reflections of the next generation, but at least I don’t have to look at that smirking jackass and wonder what kind of new underhanded, unconstitutional, heartless deed he’s going to whip out that will both destroy our country’s reputation, rape our future and fortify the mysterious pea-minded holier-than-me dipshits who have been empowered by this guy’s public example of basically being a bad parent and deadbeat dad to our country. He forced us to think in terms of Old Testament ultimatums, and thrived on dividing the people he was elected to serve.

This goes way beyond Freedom Fries, but that myopic silliness is certainly a part of it (and evidence that it wasn’t just Bush, it was a whole parade of congressional clowns). Remember when “peace” was considered unpatriotic? It was airbrushed out of our culture. It was considered confrontational. This attitude eventually collapsed in on itself, and from 2006-2008 I noticed a sharp increase in the amount of people who would publicly laugh at the sticker on my shoulder bag. It became okay to criticize the president, just as it becomes okay to criticize your abusive father once he has lost his power of fear. Bush claims success as manifest by the fact that there has not been a subsequent terrorist attack on our soil, yet this very success has dissipated the petrifying fear that he was able to leverage so well for years. Now his warnings and caveats sound as thin as they did back in 2003, only everyone is noticing. Yet, thanks to a jelly-spined 2006 congress, we still have the Uniting and Strengthening America by Providing Appropriate Tools Required to Intercept and Obstruct Terrorism Act of 2001. Our data continues to be mined, just as our congress continues to operate with clueless reaction.

I still wear the sticker every day, and now it accurately reflects the exhausted state of our nation:
Dangerous Idiot Sticker 2009

Now we need to spend at least the next four years of a new administration defragmenting our nation, reminding ourselves that we do have an effective constitution that was created by people exceedingly and profoundly more brilliant than George W. Bush. Good riddance, you sorry excuse for a leader of people, you worst possible representative for the mind and voice of this country. And shame on you ignorant whiffle-heads who supported this mistake of a human being, his team of cronies, and all the close minded fear mongering and party-line blind acceptance that was part of that putrid package. (I do concede that Kerry in 2004 was himself a whiffle-head, and probably would have been one of those lackluster, ineffective and forgettable presidents.)

So . . . today, how do I feel about the president? Good. I feel good.

Photographic Evidence

Saturday, January 17th, 2009

While slowly eeking out the upcoming blog entry, I have recently been catching up with a pair of childhood friends, twins who moved out of the neighborhood in 1979.  It’s been like unearthing a time capsule of my childhood innocence.  They shared photographs of themselves, so I started digging through our room of boxes to find the Jimbo archive.  I quickly discovered this Polaroid from 1984.  Readers of the November 2008 Megablog post should recognize what’s going on here.  Yes, it’s me, sitting there with my ADAM computer (using a 9-inch black-and-white television as a display), donning my knock-off Michael Jackson zipper jacket, posing for the classic nerd shot.  You can see the Howitzer printer on a little table, next to my telescope and the Kerouac-style continuous roll of paper I used for printing.  File under: Evidence.
Jimmy with his Adam computer 1984