Man, this whole Sarah Palin thing is getting funkily weird. Like when at the start of the debate she asked Joe Biden if she could call him Joe, and for one transcendent, mind-expanding moment I fantasised that Joe would come straight back with ‘Why sure, so long as I can call you Moose Woman of the Frozen North’! Sadly, this glittering rebuff took place only in my head.
And now there’s this regurgitated, reheated guff about Obama’s vestigial connections with Bill Ayers, a former member of the Weathermen, an American homebrew terrorist group from the 60s/early 70s. While Ayers was infrequently associated with Obama in his early Chicago days, it should be noted that during the years of peak Weathermen activity Obama was the ripe old age of 9 (while Sarah was about 5). So what are we to make of this? That Obama was somehow osmotically or otherwise influenced by Weatherman activities before he hit his teens? If that’s possible, then why isn’t Sureshot Sarah also under the influence of gun-toting crazies? (heh heh….)
But this is dumb, box-of-rocks-wise. And hypocritical, since most folks know that John McCain’s Vietnam activities involved (cough) bombing of residential areas in Hanoi and elsewhere. Oh yeah! So Obama is tarred by association with someone never convicted of killing anyone, yet McCain, civilian-bomber-extraordinaire, is a war hero. You betcha.
Where could this approach take us, eh? How about…
Shock Election News: Expert air analysts in the McCain camp confirm that Senator Obama has deliberately breathed air molecules once by inhaled by Adolf Hitler, Genghis Khan, and Saddam! Next up – water molecule analysis shows connections to Emperor Caligula, Pol Pot, and Noam Chomsky!!
Y`know, if all this were happening in a world without the internet, I think I’d probably go completely nuts, insane, bugf*ck as hell and getting in line for the rubber room. But knowing that this BIG DAMN noticeboard has little corners devoted to such wonders of focussed rage as Get Your War On, or the Daily Mash, is essential to resisting the isolation inherent in the international commodity carnival we have to confront day in day out. For enlightenment-through-anger see the following: