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| And there it is |
| 10.22.04 (3:36 pm) |
On ifilm.com you can watch Jon Stewart's recap of his Crossfire appearance. Very funny. He's still my secret boyfriend.
This week has totally and completely sucked. Here's how it started:
Monday--I stop at Starbuck's on the way to my train (it's the Metra, not the El, so it's on a schedule and if I miss it I'm screeeeewed). For some reason, it takes 20 minutes to make a goddam latte. So then I have to run to the train.
Running is awful. I hate running and I hate running with coffee.
I make the train.
Monday night, I get on the train to go home. It stops between stations because someone either committed suicide or tried to beat the train or something as utterly STUPID. I sit on the train from 5:30 until about 7, 7:15. We can't get off. Because we're between stations. And, you know, if we got off, we might get hit by a train.
This could not happen, though, because NO TRAINS ARE MOVING. We are waiting for the coroner (that's what the conductor's radio said, anyway). And then I guess they hose things off.
Finally, at 7:15 or so, we pull into Highland Park (reverse commute for me--live in Chicago, work in the burbs) and there are supposed to be shuttle buses. To take us to a train somewhere. Who knows. Didn't matter. No fucking buses. A lone bus pulls up--a bus with a regular daily route from Highland Park Metra station south to Evanston/Davis St.
Everyone runs to the bus. Bus driver tries to make people pay the fare. There is shouting and swearing. We jam into the bus.
If that bus flipped upside down, none of us would fall. We were so tightly packed that we would simply have hung there.
I got home at 9:15. I usually get home at 6.
The rest of the week, I thought everyday was Friday. So really, this has been more like a month than a week.
I would like to offer thanks to TPTB that I don't live in a swing state. I'm really sorry for all you Pennsylvanians, Ohioans, Wisconsinites, Floridians...well, not the Floridians so much. Swing-staters---I commend you for even thinking about voting after everything you've been through. I think I'd probably just say screw it after the onslaught, stay home on Nov. 2 and look forward to a day without political smear campaigns.
I think that I would like to buy a house. In Ireland. Near the sea. And telecommute to my job. From a pub. A pub with Guinness.
I'm thinking I need to get the hell out of this country. It's going all Christian and shit. No fun, no rights, no nuthin. Just Jesus. 24-7-365 with the Jesus.
Here's the deal--leave me alone. I don't believe in Jesus, I don't believe in Satan/the Devil, I don't really believe in God all that much. I just want to be left alone in my heretical-apostatic state. I don't need anyone else deciding what's good for me. I don't need anyone else telling me which side God is on, and since I'm not a big God person, I'm a frickin terrorist or something. I'm just tired. Tired of feeling like I have to fight everyone for the right to NOT CARE ABOUT GOD. GOD CAN TAKE CARE OF HIM/HER SELF. Really. Doesn't need our help, that's sure. And everytime we need God's help, we pretty much shit on it anyway.
Sorry. I'm really crabby today, and there was a God Squad at my train station. Ugh. Hate God Squads. HATE.
Not very Christian of me, is it? Heh.
The Obama-Keyes debate was startling for that very reason. I'll link to some good articles tomorrow. But one exchange that was seriously freaky occurred where Keyes (Alan Keyes is a stone cold raving nutjob) said that Jesus wouldn't vote for Obama.
Um, right. WTF? First, Jesus CAN'T vote. Second, if there is a Jesus, I am pretty sure he wouldn't be about picking sides. Third, if there is a Jesus, and God is his dad, they would be smiting your ass, Keyes, like there's no tomorrow. And, assuming for the moment that either or both of them has the power society attributes to them, they could individually or collectively, make sure YOU never saw tomorrow.
Perhaps I have just stumbled on the proof for the absence of a god. Alan Keyes continues to spread his vile message with impunity. I so hate Keyes.
I hate Keyes, I hate smug neo-cons who think God cares about them more than anyone else. I hate people who think that God actually picks sides. God doesn't care.
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