rock over London. rock on, Chicago.

I went up to my dad’s house in Alexandria last night.
he’s not there. he and Heavy D are driving out to see Mar in Minnesota, and I have a key, so I figured, what the hell. a real house. away from Charlottesville for a little while. cheaper than a motel, more comfortable than the back of the truck.
so I rented a DVD. “Barely Legal #76.” some quality porno.
no. not actually. I rented “an Unreasonable Man,” about Ralph Nader. and I know it’s a documentary, and it’s biased and whatnot, but there are a few things I’ve taken away from it; Ralph Nader is owed an apology, Democrats should be ashamed of themselves, and Eric Alterman is a giant asshole. we’re all entitled to our opinions, afterall.

alright, break. I’m watching one of the greatest films ever made – fuck you, it’s true – “Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior,” so let me set the scene:
the Hummungus is giving his speech to the oil refinery, and the feral kid takes a shot with his bladed boomerang at Wez, the main biker, because Wez just savagely head-butted a captured refinery-worker that was tied to a post on the Hummungus’ car. Wez ducks, and the boomerang catches his bitch (seriously, his bitch) in the face and gets embedded in his skull.
stay with me.
Wez becomes enraged, and he yanks it out of the bitch’s head, using his boot as leverage, and whips it back at the feral kid. and then the Hummungus’ toady tries to catch it bare-handed and it cut all of his fingers off. and everyone laughs at him.
this is a scene, in a movie, with Mel Gibson. so. awesome.

so Ralph Nader. I really felt this way before the documentary, and I actually expected it to be more critical of him, but I don’t but the Democratic argument. he’s hurting the left. that Kerry would have been astoundingly better than Bush. or Gore would have been, for that matter. I find it incredibly pompous that they say Nader lost the election for the Gore in the 2000, as if that talking cardboard box had any right to those votes in the first place.
and the idea that Nader should wait; that things are too important right now, that Bush is so incredibly fucking evil that he had to be defeated in the last two cycles at all costs, rings hollow too. because I have a hard time believing that the Democratic party would give its all-important blessing in 2008, or 2012, or any other election, for that matter, to a leftist third party candidacy. fuck, it’s not like the Republicans like it when Pat Buchanan starts his own campaign. there’s two parties, and they like it the way things are. they have it wrapped up.
they represent everybody! so stop thinking, fuckstick, and vote! A or B. hate fags? well god damn, then vote red. saving the whales? vote blue. and if you happen to mix and match your political beliefs – say, you’re an angry bigot who really cares about the environment, then either weigh your options or stay home like most of the country. because we’re not allowed other colors in national politics. its not. fucking. allowed. Eric Alterman says so, and he’s a realist. so why would either party support anyone who hasn’t been blessed by the imbedded political establishment in the future? change of heart? next year, Ralph Nader, they won’t need “your” votes, so it’s probably cool. go ahead and run.
so.
the Democrats lost the election because of Nader? no. the Democrats lost the 04 election because they’re a national collection of pussies who don’t know how to beat the Republicans. they didn’t even beat the Republicans in 2006; the Republicans only managed to be so awful that the American public stopped watching E! long enough to notice that everything had gone to shit, and the Democrats stopped talking long enough to be swept in on a wave of disgust and indifference. the Democrats didn’t really stand for anything for the first half of the decade. but how can either party stand for anything? there’s two parties in a nation of over 300 million people? so please, read this, or this, and tell me if you agree with it. or half of it. or whether or not you feel comfortable calling yourself either of the two.

when I woke up this morning, I watched me some Bob Ross and went to the pool. I haven’t been to the Waynewood pool in about a decade, but it was like a trip down memory lane. until I was ten, I spent just about every day of summer there. not kidding. every day. I was on the swim team. I was awful, but I have a shoebox full of ribbons somewhere in a closet in Valparaiso. most of them read “6th place” or “good effort” (which meant I got seventh), but I’ll be god damned if I wasn’t proud of them. after that, I walked home, and the dominican maid who cleans the house weekly scared the living shit out of me. no wonder the house is so clean. the yard’s manicured too. there’s a crack team of Mexicans all over it. you know, there’s a reason Washington looks so nice. it’s because the third world gets paid to keep it that way.

alright. the showdown’s coming up. Max is going to bust some heads. and remember, the obvious antidote for a Republican is a Democrat. those motherfuckers get things done. and don’t vote Nader. you’ll throw your vote away.