November 9, 2004

• Politics and I don't mesh.  That's all i can say about the subject without coming across as an ignorant citizen that didn't vote for Bush simply because he's a 'douche'.  I've asked people what exactly makes him a 'douche' and they never truly answered the question directly.  'Um...eye dee kay...that's what everyone else says.."  and "His southern accent pisses me off."  are common responses.  And when i roll my eyes at their less-than-insightful answers, they automatically assume that i'm all for Bush.  That i'm anti-gay marraige. That i'm anti abortion.  "Doesn't it bother you that we have a president that permanently looks like he's staring directly into the sun?" they interrogate, trying to sway my supposedly stubborn opinion.  Thinking that seriously, if anything could possibly change my hard-core Republican perception on life, it would be the fact that President Bush has ridiculously squinty eyes when he's sucking up to the country.  I mean seriously.

  
  

  I'm not Republican in the least.  Nor am i Democratic.  Nor am i for Bush or Kerry.  I am ignorant.  The amount of information i know about the election that occured last week might be equivalent to the amount of love i have in my heart for blue cheese omellettes and all they stand for. And blue cheese omelletes might just be the absolute worst breakfast you could possibly come up with.  Next to muching away on your own kidneys.

  
  

  I don't know whether it gets better or worse as each election stumbles into my life.  The last one between Gore and Bush took place when i was in fifth grade.  I was caught up with the Backstreet Boys back then.  That's all i cared about.  As far as i was concerned, Bush was the bad guy and Al Gore had a cooler name.  But i didn't realize, nor care, about how irrelevent the information my opinion on the election was based off of.  To me they were just boring politicians that would sooner molest their ten year old nieces than attract me to one of their dry debates on CNN.  If an unfortunte foreigner ever asked me what i knew in general about the U.S president, my response would have been something like "Well they're the boss and stuff.  Oh yea.  And they usually do it *giggle* with women young enough to be their daughters.  And then someone shoots them and they die."

  
  

  Well, i guess that's one way to scare off anyone who was planning on moving here. 

  
  

  Yeah, and i know it got old.  We found out Bush was the president again almost a week ago.  But a week ago i was trying to be all knowing and politcal.  But falsley knowing.  I wasn't the one that quoted the editorials on Newsweek about the election.  I was the one that wore glasses to look intelligent, that carried around Newsweek in the public to make it LOOK like i knew what exactly was going on. When, in fact, i didn't.  I can honestly say i have not a clue about what stem cell research is.  Research on stem cells i'm guessing.  And i don't know anything about the war or where the country's money is going or why Bush is pro this and Kerry is anti that.  I know basically nothing.  And i'm not proud of it.  It's just that I'm not easily amused.  The only things i really care about in life are my grades, my social life, and on the occasion my family.  Anything outside my little world is practically nonexistant.  They're not real.  Just headlines and articles and interviews and Breaking Newes.  And i guess i'm just too self absorbed to look past the gray hairs and monotonous speeches and actually care.

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