Holy crap, but we did it. We bought us a Prius. I can’t wait to hack this thing.
Or was anyone else surprised when Jack and Locke blew open the hatch and found Jimmy Hoffa?
I stand corrected.
Very corrected. Holy pants, but that’s a hell of a margin. V-dog stomped Slim Jim.
Though I think I was right on one prediction: apathy did rule. Turnout in the ’01 election was 37.67%; this time out only 30.3% did their civic duty. Negative ads work.
My one request for the new mayor of Los Angeles: ride the bus, dude. Ride it every damn day. Take a security detail with you, but get on the bus, the subway, whatever. The entire LA Metro area needs serious leadership to get us off our car habit, and what better way to show that leadership than by using public transit?
I’m going out on a limb, but I think apathy and fear will rule the day, meaning Slim Jim will have a second term. I think it’ll be a seven-point difference, but Hahn will get enough of South LA and the Valley to counter Villaraigosa.
Either way, the transit system will still suck. Rah, rah MTA! Go for graft, get some today!
Earlier today, I was in a bad mood because of a lack of sleep and an upset tummy; both were results of last night’s back-to-back viewings of those bastard movies that George Lucas made to sell Jar-Jar merch. I was ready to ask Derek to take this down, burn it, and send the ashes to Skywalker Ranch, COD.
But then I saw this again and felt better. I mean, it’s just a fucking movie.
Just to make things clear to anyone who wants to polish up an email accusing me of being a liberal secular humanist, homosexual agenda-pushing, Christian-persecuting, Satan-worshipping, Santa Monica lefty freak: I don’t give a good goddamn what you think and believe as long as it doesn’t involve forcing your views on me. You want to witness at me on the train platform? Knock yourself out; I’ll just keep reading my book. You want to threaten me to accept Jesus Christ as my personal savior at cost to my bodily person? Then we got problems, jack.
And that is just what these Dominionist assholes want: they want an America that’s all-Christ-worshipping, all the time. So, all of America’s Jews, Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs, Jainists, Santeriaists, atheists, Deists, Wiccans and agnostics are right out of luck. And after that, it’ll be the Quakers and Unitarians the Seventh Day Adventists, then those damned Papists, followed by the Episcopalians and the Presbyterians, and then the Lutherans and the Congregationalists and the Mormons, and then the Baptists and Pentecostals will start infighting until there’s no one left except a bunch of inbread, thumbless jackasses who spend their days fighting each other in the ruins of Colorado Springs.
And do we really want that?
If you’re a High Episcopalian or a Low Atheist, you need to grab the May 2005 copy of Harper’s Magazine and read through the two cover stories on the Christianist Right. (I’ll call them the Christian Right again when they start with the compassion to the sick and needy and drop the cheerleading for Armageddon. Witnessing for Christ, I can tolerate; actively working for the end of the world, not so cool.)
This is your wake-up call, folks. You need to confront this jackassery in your homes and communities, because the leaders of the NRB and the New Life Church are coming for you. If they cannot convert you, they will crush you. And if I sound alarmist, it’s probably because the good ol’ Rakunas Survival Gene, which kicked in and made my grandfather take the whole family out of Lithuania before the Red Army swept in, is twitching something fierce. American Christianists are starting off by condemning gay people; what makes you think they’ll stop there?
UPDATE: Harper’s, in its awesomeness, has put both articles online: Part I is about a Colorado Springs megachurch that, according to family friends living there, is just as freaky as they sound, while Part II includes an appearance from my old morning nemesis from my days in Big Bear, Dr. James “Hit ‘em ’til They Howl” Dobson.