As I sit here drinking my coffee in my favorite "Le Chien" mug from France, a vague desire for this life to end is pestering me. They call it "suicidal ideation" and it has got to be connected to this fucking election. It's looking good for Obama, whom I support and, for reasons that are unclear to everyone, I want to play with his ears. Obama has cute ears, what do you want from me.
Despite how well Obama is looking right now, I have a feeling that McCain is going to swoop down like a vulture and, well, win. This sort of negativity did not evolve without the help of experience. In 2004 I just knew that Kerry was going to win. He didn't, and now we pay the price. The "price" for me includes no small amount of my sanity, a will to live and faith in my fellow man.
But Bush won, and I learned a lesson; the American people (at least half of them) are stupid. Thus, I'm taking nothing for granted. In fact, I'm expecting a McCain win just to desensitize myself against the spectacle. There has never been a candidate, or ticket, more clueless and scary than McCain/Palin.
I've been asked if I "really" support Obama, given that I'm a Socialist Party USA member (until they get around to booting me for supporting the Fist and Rose split) and my politics are far to the left of the brown man from Chicago. The answer is that I really do support Obama. He's not perfect, of course, but he's smart and communicates his ideas well. That alone puts him far ahead of McCain or Bush. Moral scruples help, too. Remember those? I miss the days when we had leaders who didn't have to be told that torture was beneath us and bad. Le sigh.
Beyond the election there are the markets, which are just a joy to watch these days. Capitalism is collapsing, as it tends to do, without government assistance and regulation. Eventually they will throw $700 billion at the banking crisis, but until they do, suck on it Wall Street.