Day 54. 173 pages, 85,481 words.
Feeling a little frazzled but I was able to muster these random thoughts for today.
- Neither our way of categorising animals in the natural world, nor the advent of software version control terminology, has been particularly kind to the Betafence brand. It started out as a brilliant way of saying “better fence” and that was great advertising, but it quickly became “not an alpha fence” or “a fence that’s still got a few bugs in.”
- God is cruel to Finnish dyslexics. This is a lot deeper and more witty if you say it in Finnish.
- I have a lot of very clever and responsible USian friends. I can honestly say that some of my best friends are USian (so I totally can’t be racist, right? Isn’t that how it works with the best friends thing?). But damn. Your country is a hot mess. Get your shit together, because this guy is on target to be your next President.
No, not John Oliver. Although you could do worse than to put a Brit back in charge at this point.
It’s not even a joke anymore, guys. I’ve seen a few really, really clever and politically active friends making impassioned pro-Sanders speeches re: primaries and nominations and the general election. All that stuff. Making speeches to their smart friends. And it still always turns into an argument where “have to vote for someone likely to win” and “not voting for X = a vote for Y” are apparently things.
How does this become an argument? How are those points in the argument actually things? How has this murderous loser come so close to the nuke button? Why are you smart people still trying to convince anybody that the two-party system is broken? They don’t understand you, smart people. What you smart people should be doing is planning the armed insurrection against the government that it is your duty as citizens to lead when the Republicans win. You will need to overthrow them and stamp their raging xenophobic bullshit fire down for another hundred and fifty-one years.
I know, they have most of the guns, but they’re also really, really thick. I’m talking thickness that’s so thick, it’s essentially height. They’re thick. And terrible at planning. And they can’t actually use the guns. So, yeah. You need to start thinking about Plan B, because Plan A is too dependent on both your political system and your fellow citizens not being shitted up beyond all recognition.
Your democracy is useless. Stop exporting it until you get it right.
I could say more about it but I really don’t want to get into politics. It’s going to be very interesting to see what happens next, and by “interesting” I mean “a fucking three-ring circus with Lobster-Boy (and other freaks)”. Damn you guys put on a show.
It’s going to be an abomination and we’re all going to die, but what a show.