My separated-at-birth brother IOZ suggests, with a hopeful catch in his throat, but with all due caution, that maybe Obama Afghanicus might be bunged out of office by... gas prices.
Wouldn't that be wonderful. And well-deserved, really. The only thing that the American political order has delivered on, with anything like reliability, is the nearly century-old bipartisan promise of easy and cheap motoring. Sooner or later they will have to dishonor that IOU, of course; wouldn't it be great if Obie were cast as the first big-time defaulter, and caught the first barrage of substantial flak for it? It would be so unjust that it would be deeply just.
By the way, our collective sickness on this subject is easily documented. Do a Google image search on the phrase 'gas pump'. The alarmingly aggressive image above is literally the first thing that that I found at the top of the page when I tried the experiment.
Bend over, and let me drive, as a pal of mine likes to say to new acquaintances. He is of course an Early Music guy.
Comments (5)
bend over and let me drive ?
strikes me as way too
anti bung holing
for todays kultured driving
i just saw
" hang over II '
and it struck me :
the sit com of discovering
a buried up the ass craving
among dedicated het role players
is problematical
is it like
the giggles in
' i was a male war bride '
or by contrast
the coarse expected
lafficating at n***er jim
in the re-animated corpse episode
excised from the published huck finn
Posted by op | March 13, 2012 8:57 AM
Posted on March 13, 2012 08:57
Reference for the reanimated corpse, op?
Posted by Save the Oocytes | March 14, 2012 6:16 PM
Posted on March 14, 2012 18:16
Y'know, I have to confess that ever since the early/mid '70s, when I was in high school, waiting to catch the bus to school in the dark -- and I don't mean that faint pre-dawn gloaming dark, I mean in the goddamn' dark, like it was goddamn' night, where I could see the goddamn' stars -- and I had to get in line for gas two hours before my dates, so I'd have time to take my mom's car down to wait in line again, I was one of those people who bitched about the price of gas... up until about ten, twelve years ago, during the run-up to Iraq War v2.0, when I had one of those moments, one of those weird epiphanies like a switch being thrown in my head; I couldn't tell you what prompted it exactly, but the thought just suddenly slammed into my head: why the fuck should I feel so goddamn' entitled to cheap gas?
Ever since then, when I hear people around me, or chattering heads on TV bitching about how much we're paying for gas, and crapping themselves over the prospect of $5/gallon gas, I just want to smack the shit out of them, man, just line 'em all up and "Stooge Slap" 'em, like, fuck you, selfish bastards'n'bitches; get a bike, ride a bus, take a subway, get off your lazy fat ass and walk, f'crissake!
Grrrrrr.
Posted by Mike Flugennock | March 15, 2012 2:32 PM
Posted on March 15, 2012 14:32
"Our collective sickness"
SMBIVA remains dead, I observe.
Why do you suppose the system "delivered" on cheap gas? Because of "our collective sickness." (I won't comment on the notion that it "delivered.")
Once again, fuck off, you old quitters.
Posted by Michael Dawson | March 22, 2012 1:48 AM
Posted on March 22, 2012 01:48
"Never have I dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul, which sometimes helps me and sometimes opposes me."
- Imam Al-Ghazali
I just remembered about this quote while reading this article.
Edlyn from pose isolant mince
Posted by Edlyn | July 6, 2012 4:05 PM
Posted on July 6, 2012 16:05