Because in a democracy in the internet age, everyone is a pundit

 that this is over. the lj, i mean.

...the federal reserve can help!

get ready. i hate saying things like "i told you so." well, no not really, but right now i do.

waaaaay back i february, i predicted that we would soon be facing a global financial crisis similar to that which caused the Great Depression, and despite the warnings of idiots like Ron Paul supporters, i have stuck with this prediction. This, of course, sucks. Other things that suck about it are the buzzwords people are using to describe it. "credit crunch", etc. It's like when the word "mastermind" re-entered everyday parlance after 9/11, reviving its usuage after exil in the world of comic book characters.

In all, I find it absolutely mind-boggling how the government is going to bail out people who gave loans to people who couldn't pay them back by taking out loans that it's not going to be able to pay back. 700 billion is a lot of money, money that we don't have, because we can't raise taxes, because if we do, then investment will go down, and people won't be able to pay their loans...

All I have to say, honestly, is that sometimes, just sometimes, the French have it right.

Maybe we should really just switch from a fiat monetary system to the "cheeseburger standard."

i see a solution to our problem:

from this...



back to thiiiiiiiiiss...



kick it cretaceous style, and this country would be a better place. well, more sensible after the death and destruction.

Welcome to the Virginia State Board of Elections

*** 50 days left until November 4, 2008 Genaral Election ***

general has two Es.

Dear Obama campaign, you need to change your strategy. Sarah Palin has changed things, a lot of things.

here is what i recommend.

:::no sound the entire time:::



Black screen with these words:
In America today, we are nearer a final triumph over poverty than is any other land.
--Herbert Hoover, right before the Depression (or something of that ilk)


Black screen with the words: 1932

this image


then this image:


Then we switch to:
Black screen with the following:

"The fundamentals of our economy are sound."
--John McCain, 2008

New screen:





Last screen: Obama/Biden '08. Change we can believe in.

my grandmother, circa 1945




my father, circa 1973



...weird. it's very strange seeing yourself...and i mean physically seeing yourself in another person. much less two.

stupid wavy hair.

i still love you, but thank god you're not the candidate.

i mean...cheating on Elizabeth? a) she's awesome. b) she's chunky and awesome. c) she's a cancer battler/survivor!
you shouldn't ever try to run again. just sit in NC and talk about your dad working in a mill. k?

even John McCain only called his fembot wife a "cu**"

I would prefer Jonathan Edwards (the medium, not the 18th century revivalist).

I have to say, as a former Hillary supporter, I think she did a decent job of trying to heal the wounds she inflicted in the primary. She should've done a little better and say something like "and at 3 am, i'll be there to support Obama, whatever happens,' but I think that has something to do with an SNL skit I saw.

 although i think "no way no how no mccain" is a good slogan too.

now, how does one convince racist, retard people who still won't vote for a black man to vote for a black man? because, sadly, we still need their vote....

I have a harrowing tale to to tell. My downstairs neighbor is an interesting character. He's always been a little off. not entirely crazy, not entirely sane, just...colorful. Some of you know this already.recently though, things have gotten weird. So please, forgive the spelling mistakes. I am in a state of somewhat distress.

2 months ago, my neighbor stopped me in the hallways to tell me "you know, they have cloning now? i saw that on wonder woman. i hope they don't clone hitler." the entire time "wwoooonder wooommaaaaaaaaan" is playing in the backgrounf.

one month ago: the poor man locks himself out of the apartment and shits on my stoop, covering it with my international finance homework. While a beautiful metaphor for the current global credit crunch and subprime meltdown: GROSS.

two weeks ago. He leaves a blue crab  (a real,, formerly alive one) tied to a string in a water puddle outside the apartment.

One week ago: he spraypaints "HELP" on the side of our building. We try to put an "Obama '08" poster on it to keep it from being too obvious. As it turns out  his power has been cut off for non-payment. His social worker has been out of contact. He has no Family. Everyone in the neighborhood thinks I'm a brat for not knowing how to react to all this. We finally called adult protective services, the mental health department, and the landlord. The neighbor goes away for awhile, and then comes back. He seems to be fine now about 0.75 days. and then tonight, i get two rings at my doorbell. i go into the hallway and he says "it's ok, i got in." he then rings the bell again, and tell me that all his food is spoiled. This time, smoke is billowing out of his apartment into the hallways. I asked him if everything's ok, and he says yes, he put the fire out.

 I go back inside to make him some pasta, but then i realize that i shouldn't trust anything he says, and then i go downstairs and ask him where the fire was and if it's been put out. he replies "it's ok, i put my bible on it to put it out." i then informed him that while the Bible may protect one from the flames of hell, on the earth-plane fire needs to be put out with water. He then pours a bottle of something onto his couch, and smoke starts to billow more. I tell him to go outside and i'll make him some pasta. I go  upstairs and get my phone, turn off the boiling water, and call 911 for the fire department. i go outside to tell him i called the fire department. I have no idea if schizo-related thoughts have caused him to start making small fires to smoke out the devil, and if there were little New Testaments around to keep the fires from advancing onto the righteous rest of the building.My reaction to this particular brand of crazy is"I've been there, I've done that, and I'm not going back for seconds".

The firemen arrive. They are angry that there's no real fire. They talk to my neighbor. After about 3 seconds they realize that there's no reaon to talk to him, and then they talk to me.I tell them what's up and why i called. they said there was nothing else, and that he was specifically burning his cushions. Mr. Wiley informs them very loudly that he's HIV positive with diabetes and neuropathy, confirming my suspicions that the Meals on Wheels bus is actually the HIV food delivery bus.At this point the homeless people who are squatting behind our builiding (and who i think have stolen the air conditioning units, because apparently the air conditioning units have been stolen, which would explain why my birthday party was so hot--I just thought it was because they were old, and there, not not-there). They start telling Mr. Wiley (the neighbor) that "the devil's a liar. you're not crazy." well the devil may be a liar, but Mr. Wiley was indeed suffering from HIV-related dementia. and if i had been asleep, my house would've burned down. and so would I.

So a very nice neighbor comes by to ask Mr. Wiley (the neighbor) if he wants to go to the Hospital. And finally, after trying to leave for 20 minutes, Mr. Wiley is actually taken to the hospital by the police.But before that, I went upstairs and got everyone coffee and made hi some pasta.

However, before he left, Mr. Wiley gave his keys (and thusly, the keys to the front door of my bulding) to the aforementioned crackheads so that they could clean up his apartment. Well, i hope they also weren't asked to clean up my air conditioning unit. I am now awake, and will be so until Victor gets home tomorrow at 9 pm, because I am afriad that crackheads will break into my apartment and steal my things. After having everything stolen in Paris, I will defend my belongings as long as I have knives within reach.

I really just feel bad for the poor man.

from this...


 

to this...



please excuse the crazy hair. as per usual, the D.C. humidity has turned my head into a small sheep.

thank you makeminemaudlin for the pics ;-)

Thursday night, I went to dinner with Victor and some of his friends at this place in Farragut North/West. After two beers, I went to the men's room, and when I was returning to our table outside I passed a couple that was being seated. The elderly man of the couple, wearing a really BAD grey suit, was this man .  After returning to my table and informing everyone that one of the masterminds behind this terrible war in Iraq was eating sushi/asian fusion cuisine inside I started to fanatacize about the following things:

1) throwing countless bowls of rice and tuna rolls at him and screaming : SHOCK AND AWE! SUBMIT TO MY WILL!

2) sitting down beside him and asking him how one can ACTUALLY think that basing foreign policy on the cultural myth of "Gunsmoke" will end up well when facing genuine intercultural tensions?

3) sitting down and thanking him for destroying my future.

4) spitting on him.

5) any combination of the above

but i didn't i went to the bathroom again to make sure it was him. it was. and then we left at the same time he and his much younger female companion (who I am sure was the one that got him fired from the World Bank), and after they got into their car, we were hobbling back to the metro and ended up walking next to them as they waited at a stoplight. At this point I looked over and screamed "FUCK YOU, PAUL WOLFOWITZ" and flipped them off. they looked over and drove off as the light turned green.

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