Libertarian Girls for Obama

I have a bunch of other things to say about the DNC, especially since my hero, Bill C, spoke last night. (No. I am not giving in my Libertarian decoder ring.) But it was requested by Ellie that I post this.

[insert some nonsense about Hugh Laurie and his hotness]

Me: The DNC is making me want to have Barack Obama’s babies. And i HATE babies.
Ellie: But you like baby kittens, right?
Me: Obama holding a kitten would be adorable. A stray kitten. That he rescued from the South side.
Ellie: And it would have soft paws and little pointy ears! And would teach him about the joys of limited government. Yes.
Me: And the kitten will grow to be an adorable and intelligent cat, that will photogenically prance around the White House, and lounge on that big table they use for important meetings where they decide issues of national security and stuff. And it will be vocal and meow and demand attention. And he will indulge the cat’s demand.
Ellie: And Obama will shred the Patriot Act and put it in the litter box. And the cat will be friendly-pushy, and when heads of state come to visit, it will get up in their laps and purr and knead and require petting and stroking. And the heads of state will be so overwhelmed with its cuteness that they will agree to friendship and huge trade agreements with the US.

We are NOT obama girls. We are not.

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DNC – For The Record

For the record, I am stating here that I don’t think Obama will win.

I was raised “Republicans BAD, Democrats GOOD” some part of my subconscious still buys into that, and thus I’m suseptible to the emotional manipulation of the convention. I don’t know what it is about Obama, but when he and his people speak, I want to believe what they’re saying, even though much of it is ideologically repulsive. So I guess I have a better understanding of why stupid polls like “would you rather have a beer with Bush or Kerry?” are telling. I watch this knowing I’m being manipulated, and it’s still almost working on me.

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DNC-ing It

Me: I am addicted to the DNC coverage. I want to have Barack Obama’s babies.

Dan: Yeah, those kids were cute. Yours and his would be cute too – Michelle would incinerate you.

Me: Probably. She is one tough woman. He will not be getting up to any Clinton-esque antics.

Dan: I got all choked up for her mom when they showed her in the audience. Ok, I didn’t choke up but I was touched.

Me: I find the whole thing way too touching. I actually choked up when he got the nomination and him and Michelle did that little “terrorist fist bump” thing. They are an adorable couple

Dan: What about the ice queen and her adorable veteran of the dwarf wars?

Me: Oh, screw them. I hate McCain.

Dan: Scary people. I’m afraid of what Ms. Clinton is gonna pull at this. Won’t be too spectacular, but you know her lap dogs are looking for crumbs.

Me: Yeah, she’s a bitter crazy bitch. I <3 Chelsea Clinton though.

Dan: Why?

Me: I have no idea, I just always have.

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Political Posting, For Once

The good news is that actually paying attention to the Democratic National Convention may have ended my strike on politics, so I can go back to school in September and be the good little over achieving government major and keep myself busy with OCD notes.

Additionally, it did its job: it made me more optimistic about Kerry, made me actually want to vote for Kerry, and made me think he could actually do some good.

 The bad news is that it did it’s job: it made me more optimistic about Kerry, made me actually want to vote for Kerry, and made me think he could actually do some good. Even if Kerry wins, he’ll have a Republican Congress. I am far too cynical to honestly believe the dream of things actually changing. And even if things did change, what effect does it have on my life as an individual? What effect does it have on my decisions? Very little, if any. Society is made of individuals making decisions. It isn’t shaped by the politicians in Washington. Thank God for that.

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