I haven’t written much lately because I feel like we are living in a perpetual intro to a political thriller movie starring Clive Owen or Little Tom Cruise or Stath, or some fucking asshole hero here to save the day.
You know? Where it cuts to news stories and clippings of all the shit that leads up to some scenario requiring a real mother fucker to come in a save the day?
Yeah, still waiting on that. But hey, at least someone assassinated a Russian guy today. That won’t lead to more violence or anything.
So I was sitting in a pickup truck outside a Catholic church today, which if you know me at all is kind of a fucking random place for me (well, slightly more random than normal), but I was there for a good cause: bullshitting with my parents about the travesty that is our 2016 presidential election.
My folks are pretty open minded, but they life in western Iowa and there’s a lot of doom and gloom feeling that comes with living over there because there’s a lot of not open minded people who dwell in negativity and propagate opinions based on opinion and not facts. This is all set up which lead to, almost accidentally, me saying the real scare for me in this election is the Supreme Court justices.
With a republican congress and a republican president, we’re almost guaranteed that the outcome of the election is a huge swing in who has majority on the court. And if we get a 8-2 or 7-3 majority of fomenters (I think that’s a word) of extremist conservative demagoguery, then we’re pretty much fucked.
Basically, if you are a woman, or a gay, or a transgender, or a Mexican, or an African American, or a Muslim, or someone who recreationally uses drugs, or someone who likes Game of Thrones, or someone who likes to look at a titty online now and again without getting bleach thrown in your eyes, then you need to make sure we have some sort of balance after the dust settles from this shit storm, and I think I cracked the case on how to do it.