Super(ficial) Tuesday

Hey there.

Well, today is the day. It's our latest Super Tuesday. It's either gonna be Shrillary or Obama. I kind of wish this was all decided several weeks ago, when I still kind of liked at least one of the candidates (guess which one). But unfortunately, as will happen, the more time you spend looking under the hood the more nervous you become about your purchase.

So now I'm in the place of starting to not like either one. Let's all hurry up and pick one of them and just hope for the best. I'm sure they will both be fine, that neither will drunkenly run this oil-tanker of a country into the rocky, egret-laden shores of the world. That's already been done by His Bushiness. No one can fuck things up the way he did, even if they tried. That guy had a talent.

But what I am really afraid of is that no one is perfect, that there really are no heroes, that behind the curtain of even the best speeches and promises is just another withered soul trying to win, just another politician pulling at the levers, trying to gauge the public response. I would love to have someone I believed in, who didn't come apart at the seams when you started tugging on them (like they were made in China and sold at Walmart), but maybe that person doesn't exist.

Maybe it's all an ideal, this grand illusion we have of an inspiring and perfect JFK-type leader. Even JFK had lots of dirt, behind the scenes. Maybe it's just me, but I would much rather have a guy with a healthy sex life (even if it is secret) so long as his policies put people first. Plus, at least they will be totally calm and relaxed while making important decisions. They won't be standing there, all repressed, channeling their unexpressed aggression into raids on Nicaragua, or whatever.

Anyway, today's the day...

Democracy - woo-hoo.

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