Freaking Out

I am freaking out. Last night I went to see Amadeus at Chicago Shakespeare. Excellent production. It finally occurred to me that the word "Amadeus" has something to do with love and God, so that only took 25 years or so. Then I went home, had some pizza with the husband and poured myself a Maker's Mark. Don proceeded to expound on his theory on how McCain could steal the election. In the background, I hear Rachel Maddow say something about how she thinks McCain has a good chance. Thus begins the Freaking. The. Fuck. Out.

I got into bed and watched Pushing Daisies, which is all whimsical and pretty. But it ended and I was still all twitterpated and nervous. I began doing breathing exercises and mentally repeating the mantra "Barack Obama is smarter than you. Barack Obama is smarter than Don (sorry, honey). Barack Obama is smarter than Rachel Maddow (I think)." Finally, I drifted off into a fitful sleep.

I'd love to do a media blackout until Tuesday. I'd love to turn my attention to books and puzzles and long baths. But I know myself and am sure to be found, of an evening, standing in my kitchen watching MSNBC. Freaking. Out.
Why can't it be Tuesday today?

Are you fucking kidding me?!?!?!?!

Y'all have GOT to see this one. John McCain has no idea who the President of Spain is, and gets really pissed when called out on it. It's no wonder his flunkie said the press should show deference to Sarah Palin, McCain has grown to expect it.

You know, it's a lot easier not to fuck up when you know what you're talking about. Obama has made no flubs like this. There's an astonishing breadth of knowledge separating the candidates.

And the temperament of the man! Forget Sarah Palin - I don't want THIS guy's finger anywhere near the button:

Another quick post...

Ahhhh, John McCain: thinks his wife is a c*nt and that all Hillary supporters are dumb as a box of rocks. Got that woman vote LOCKED up!

Lunchtime Posting - New Blog Rules

I never read long blog posts. I have an internetty attention span. So, I'm implementing a new blog rule as of today: no blog posts over 100 words. starting..... now!

My friend, Eric, IM-ed me this morning with his knickers all in a twist over Obama's FISA legislation vote. He says because of it, he'll at best vote begrudgingly for Obama. Oy to the veh, I say: if you're looking for someone who won't make votes that you disagree with, who won't bow to political expediency more often than not, who won't profoundly disappoint you from time to time, I hope you enjoy President McCain's Grand Iranian Adventure.

I remember this dance when it happened in 2000 and I'm not going again.

I sent Obama another $25 today.

This is the kind of thing I was talking about before:



The Villagers are getting their knickers all up in a twist because of this (I'll let Atrios do the work for me). And it's ALL feigned outrage proffered in the interest of proving their own patriotism bona fides and underscoring a narrative that they've constructed. It's just.... exhausting.