Random Thoughts on a Lovely Friday Afternoon

I took the afternoon off today and it's been great just puttering around my new PC.
Now that I work in an office with 30 or so employees, I can see why BushCo has gotten by with so much criminal activity.
Never have I been in a group with such political incuriosity and such little awareness about what our Federal government has done to screw us.
Even those with strong GOP ties cannot explain why they support these criminals. In fact, they get defensive when asked to explain. They show no discernable knowledge of anything BushCo has done, and when they are told of his latest fuck-up they say, "Oh, all politicians do that."
But bring up Britney Spears, Kevin Federline or Anna Nicole Smith and they are encyclopedic in their knowledge of every twist and turn in their stories.
They know which stars are dancing with whom, they know which wannabe American Idol has the edge and they know all the words to Carrie Underwood's hymn to infidelity, "Before He Cheats."
Now I understand how the comic strip "Dilbert" got to be such a success.
Don't get me wrong, I like nearly everyone I work with, but their intellectual mediocrity is frightening.
Even the few who are politically astute tend to hush me up when I get on a roll, reminding me we work for a very conservative group of professionals who would not appreciate knowing of my anti-Bush intensity.
The same group we represent (physicians) are getting fucked left and right by BushCo, yet we are supposed to pretend he's on the side of patients and the doctors who treat them? How?
I know this is Texas and Texas is the state the Bush carpetbaggers claim, but it's pretty sickening to live in the hub of such political complacency and enabling.
I love so much about Texas, and I suppose I could ply my trade in any state and still make a good living, but I don't want to move. I'm a Texan just like Ann Richards, Bill Moyers, Jim Hightower and Molly Ivins.
The only true activist politicians we have left in Texas tend to be Hispanic, and no offense, but they do tend to go off the deep end verbally and scare the white folks.
We had Henry Cisneros, but he's such a pussy hound and self-aggrandizing money grubber nobody can stand him.

Which brings me to Democratic frontrunners Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama.

I'd love to love Hillary but I just can't find a way to do that. Her recent speech in Selma, Alabama where she did her impression of a black person imitating a white person doing a black person was right up there with poor Al Gore trying to dance to Fleetwood Mac's "Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow" during the Clinton/Gore Democratic convention. It was embarrassing to hear her reading an excerpt from an old negro hymn. Her darkie dialect was as abrasive as me trying to play violin.
I think I like Obama, but he too went all fried chicken and watermelon when he addressed that same day another audience in Selma.

It all ties in with my office coworkers who look for political style and not substance.

Obama and Hillary are intellectually gifted and should be more politically astute. They don't need to pander to whatever audience with talk (or dialect) they think they want to hear. They need to hammer the Bush administration with simple truths about their widespread dishonesty, failed policies and political malfeasance.
Hillary needs to admit that she's stiff and cranky- she needs to own that shit and get on with it. She should say, "Sure I'm angry, and here's why..."
Obama needs to be less of a chameleon and just say what he's got to say the same way in Selma as he would in Portland. His candor is not a liability that needs to be sanded down to a fine finish.

I don't write much about politics these days because I am thoroughly appalled by what's happened over the last six years. I can't even speak anymore to people like my former political nemesis BarCode Clyde because he got to be so goddamn stupid and insulting it wasn't even amusing to keep telling him I told you so anymore.

I guess what Bush has done will have to hit everyone on a personal level before Americans demand a change.
Their kid may have to die in Iraq. Their credit cards may have to start charging them 29% interest. China may have to call in the trillions Bush has borrowed to finance the Iraq invasion and bankrupt the nation.
Cheney may have to kill someone in another drunken hunting incident.

It's sickening, even on a beautiful spring afternoon like this.