Is the Romney Campaign High?

My favorite political story of the week is the one where Sam Stein, from the Huffington Post, is on a conference call with the Romney Camp and other journalists, and asks the following question: “Does Governor Romney support the Lilly Ledbetter Act?

Regarding support for the Ledbetter Act – the law that allows a woman to sue over gender-based pay discrimination –  one would think that a response in the affirmative would be immediately forthcoming from a campaign that’s been having some trouble with the ladies.

Instead, there was a loooong pause on the phone, then the unnamed Romeny aide finally answered, “Sam, we’ll have to get back to you on that.”

What the what? How do you not have an answer to that question?

This is a riot because it once again reveals the Romney Campaign as the clueless, spineless, lightweights that they truly are. Dude should’ve just said, “Umm, Sam, we are still triangulating our position on that issue between the Tea Party, Independents, and our corporate overlords.” Anything would be better than, “Sam, we’ll have to get back to you on that.”

I also find this endlessly funny because it reminds me of that part in Ghostbusters where Gozer the Gozerian asks Ray, “Are you a God?” Ray hesitates, says no, Gozer blasts the Ghostbusters with some lightning bolts, and then Winston yells at Ray to remind him, “Ray, when someone asks you if you’re a God, you say YES!” That’s some good advice.


So This Is My New Blog: Welcome to Bat Country

“We were someplace around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like ‘I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive . . .’ And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: ‘Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?'”

~ Hunter S. Thompson

Things are so ridiculously insane right now, in both these United States, and around the world, that this HST quote has resonated with me lately. I find myself feeling the exact same way, but without tripping my face off; might as well be though, because it seems like I scream, “Holy Jesus! What are these goddamn animals?” on a daily basis. Perhaps it has always been like this, and now with modern media we just have front row seats to the bizarre spectacle that is the Human Race. Or maybe it is that I’m just getting older. Regardless, the world is getting smaller, and more full of crazy by the day, and it’s beautiful and fascinating and horrible and hysterical and heartbreaking and kinda smells funny, and I’m loving every minute of it.

So I’m gonna write here about the things that make me laugh, cry, cheer, or put my fist through the motherfucking drywall.

We are most definitely in Bat Country, Party People, and we’re staying put.

To be continued…

[Update:] I recently imported a bunch of old posts from my previous blog that I now hate so there is at least enough content to keep you distracted from doing more important shit, and to give you a better idea about what  me and my writing are all about. Hope you like ’em.