Now that everyone is coming down from their election high (not the good type, but the one with shakes, sweating, anxiety and vomit), it’s finally to the point where no matter what I say can encourage voting. With that, the Black Cloud will make its first presidential endorsement: Barack Obama.
But, really, come on. Government is not the not the answer to the betterment of mankind. If you think like that you’re crazier than Sarah Palin. To really make a difference, sorry – be the change you want, voting is not the only way to be patriotic, it’s just the simplest and one of the least effective especially when you think of it in relation to time. Just think of all the better ways you could have spent those three hours you chose to wait in line at the polls.
The endorsement was a simple one and pure Palin backlash. She tames the presidential campaigns of Pat Robertson and Howard Dean at his most desperate, and while incredible entertaining, we as a nation can only laugh with our sides hurting for so long.
The recent Palin news is that she thought Africa was a country, didn’t know which countries comprise North America … and every major network offered her a talk show. In a democracy people get the talk show host they deserve. This is just the beginning of the Palin mystique and not even Mitt Romney’s goons can derail her. The ride will turn much more weird and savage.
Coverage in Columbus was more solemn that I imagined. With the tone set by the Dispatch it was difficult to tell a historic election even occurred. At numerous times, however, they reprinted editions of Wednesday’s paper and then just the cover (fuck, already used that capitalist selling the noose quote once this week).
The Other Paper had without a doubt the best election coverage. Wasn’t quite gonzo (read: ballsy) enough for me, but still solid. Reminded me of when I covered the Republican’s party in 2004 after their victory. I got there late, when it was looking obvious Bush had won, and saw every caricature of a Republican: expensive-suit wearing business men with carefully-calculatedly loosen ties, a shit-ton of loners with beady eyes that could only have been NRA members, Christians with that vacant stare and perma half smile on their faces, a hillbilly with a cowboy hat so big he had to walk sideways through the door … and they were all slow dancing.
Sorta.
Everyone was beyond the manic state of drunk or elation and they could barely stay afloat. Couples danced like 2”x4”s that can’t stand upright on there own (at least for too long), but when pushed together at opposite 45-degree angles to support each other they stayed in place. These boards did make hip swivels that vaguely resembled dancing … yes, the Hyatt had plenty of terrible sex going down that night.
Not to leave out our town’s other dear alt-weekly, the Alive had an article that wasn’t Jon Stewart’s column (which was incredible this week: California votes gay marriage illegal + Mormons = hilarious) that was worth reading. I was worried when I saw a large newsprint photo of Kenton pinned to our refrigerator, but the article about Sporeprint turned out alright. Considering the medium, Kenton came off reasonable well spoken.
With that, here’s a few Drudge-like links from other interesting articles I’ve seen over the last week.
Be sure to check back next week when I make an endorsement for the 2012 presidency. Judging by the secret Romney vs. Palin battle with the unanimous sources leaking her stupidity, the race is on!
