Five hours of driving makes you think
Posted by TFG on October 10th, 2008
I can’t remember who said it — probably some old-timey robber-baron in spats and a top hat — but I am on the verge of mortgaging the only thing I have left, this shitty little house in shitty San Antonio, because of it: When there’s blood running in the streets, that’s when the biggest profits are to be made.
Despite all the evidence to the contrary, I still think America has enough bad motherfuckers out there to pick this place up, shake it by the ear, and get it going right back where it needs to be. I wish like hell I had some dry powder…I planned it that way, and it almost worked out, but then irrational selfishness not of my own making whopped me upside the head.
It it doesn’t, well, screw it, I’ll be dead. Or John McCain, graciously acceding the title of Most Powerful Man in the world to fucking Chicago hack, can vote me a gawddamned FEMA check for trying.
October 10th, 2008 at 9:08 pm
Someone needs to tell him that “swing voters” that need to be persuaded by nicey-nice talk are mythical, like unicorns.
October 10th, 2008 at 10:42 pm
He’s old enough to know that, one would think. Just utterly fucking…what’s the word for taking the wind out of your sails? Oh, well, if he’s good enough, John, fuck it, I’ll not drive to the polls and save the planet.