I don’t vote because it doesn’t matter. I lived in the deep south, New Orleans, and I can tell you — there was nothing unique about Florida. That one just happened to be where the strings got tangled up.

The election is over. They’ve already decided it. Bush is still going to be there… I mean, what the hell is a JohnKerry?

The programming and conditioning we get from the teleivision news… it’s toxic. Did you see how they pumped up Reagan last week? That was absurd. I was there. He was not all that.

Other than that… you see that “Missing Poster” outside on the window. Turn on the news and we get nonstop coverage of this other missing girl. Not to bash on either of them — but why’s the coverage different? That girl’s probably in a better place. There are plenty of missing children! It’s all money, I say.

Another case of programming: you’re driving along, and see the police turn their lights on. It doesn’t matter that you’ve done nothing wrong, you still get nervous. That’s programming.

(Well, it’s … you see… you just don’t know what little item from the past, long forgotten, may be back on their record.)

That’s right! That’s right!

(there was plenty more, but that’s enough for the moment… Dwell us out of a generic sense of “victimhood”, while we’re at it.)

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