Well, maybe I don’t. But Kung Fu Monk does, and its hard not to read that piece at his site and not agree (just a little) with him.
They were the grown-ups. They were the realists. Sure they were a bummer, maaaaan, but on the way to La Revolution you need somebody to remember where you parked the car. I was never one (nor a Democrat, really, more an agnostic libertarian big on the social contract, but we don’t have a party …), but I genuinely liked them.
How did they become the party of fairy dust and make believe? How did they become the anti-science guys? The anti-fact guys? The anti-logic guys?
We needed those guys. They were a dull but crucial part of the national dialogue. (And they knew their scotches. ) Now … a void. Simply put, if you are voting for these guys who call themselves Republicans, then you are voting for crazy air-rifle guy. You just walked up, nodded, and said: “Wow, I gotta get me a ladder.”
Speaking of responsible Republicans, Nykola seems to have forgotten to pay her blogger bill. Whoops.
There was a spot on the Out-to-Lunch radio show where Josh Spiegal announced that a gas station at the corner of York and Seminary Roads was displaying, instead of prices, “Arm & Leg.” I thought that was funny, so when I got off work, I drove down to take a photo. Of course, all the stations only had numbers. Corporate fuckers. So I did a google search.
Enjoy what should have been a scene in Lutherville (just add rain):
“Tell it like is, Brother Tom!”
I’m glad I’m up late, because some person named — as best as I can tell — “Beth Dove” has just tried to collect call me three times. Bad enough I get all these damn collections agencies calling for the bitch who used to live here before me, now I’ve got random people wanting me to talk to me on my dime.
Zap got back from the Dominican Republic Saturday, and yesterday - er, Monday - he was all depressed. We joked that he was on suicide watch. He mentioned he wanted to be gone from the job within a month. I figured it was just “Monday-blues” talking … y’know, like in Office Space?
(Honestly, I don’t get a “case of the Mondays” often, but that’s usually because I quite literally usually work seven days a week)
Today - Tuesday, that is, as I’m writing this after midnight, so technically it’s Wednesday and we’re talking about yesterday, even thought it doesn’t feel like it, so, today - he was in a much better mood, and off “suicide watch.” He did say - again - that he was hoping to be off to another job within a month.
This made me happy. Not that I don’t like working with him, we’re sort of like a driving duo, we work well together, and it’s a love hate relationship … we’re Boss Hogg and Roscoe, R2 and C3PO, Bonnie and Clyde.
The reason it made me happy is that currently I work a lot of 11-2 shifts. He leaves, or cuts his hours back, I’ll start working a lot of 11-5 shifts, which means I can probably cut at least an extra night from my part-time schedule (this in addition to the Sunday that I’m dropping). This is also great because the indy full-time gig pays quite a bit more than the part-time gig.
Of course, he’s talking of leaving before, and it hasn’t happened. So … we’ll see.
