| The U.S. is starting to look a lot like Rome in its last throes.
Please God, change our direction. Not for me, but for my kids.
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| How long do we have to pass on the tools we've been given to negotiate the world? Is it gonna change so quickly that our knowledge becomes obsolete?
Times are always a changin' but this is ridiculous.
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| God I hate people. I hate my job because I have to deal with these fuckers. Love you guys, though
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| In early 1999, I had one of those bad feelings I get. This one was due to the Republican primaries taking place across the country. There were 4 candidates I remember. They were Steve Forbes, John McCain, Orrin Hatch, and George W. Bush. I remember thinking "All these guys are stuffy old men who reek of 'White Man's Burden' Syndrome and 'GimmeGimmeGimme'itis...except Bush.
At the time, Bush was a dark horse and nobody really paid much attention. This, to my horror, would soon change.
In 1998, Bush announced his bid for the Republican nomination. A governor of Texas, a business man (kind of) and, most importantly, George Bush's son. At first I thought "This is like a bad movie". A comedy, in fact. You've got it all: A powerful family; An idiot son; A country full of people who like that kind of story; and, most importantly, a willingness to manipulate religion.
It was somewhat entertaining. Until Bush started to get more press...
And more press...
And the Republican nomination....
And a contested election victory...
I remember thinking at the time, "This, this is not good". The tremors throughout the country were ones of, well what they always are: "Please fix all these terrible problems by talking about new (recycled) things." "Tax cuts?" Surrre, why the hell not. "Putting industry execs in government positions which are supposed to regulate industry execs?" Go for it! This, this was not good.
Fast forward to the summer of 2001: Bush is a ninny and can't get people to do what he wants them to do because his big plans, to this point, were on the wrong side of average. By 2004 he'd be run out on a rail. The only way Bush could possibly dig himself out was for...then it happened. And, here we are.
Post Script: Wrote this some months ago. God, let the insanity end.
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| I don't even know how to work this thing anymore! Everything's always gotta be more flashy.
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