Friday, November 14, 2008

Palinesque Sentencing

Read an article today about the tension between the old GOP and the “new” movement. Of course the article rested on Mrs. Palin, and the polemic between some of the GOP wanting to euthanize the monster it created, and those who feel she is the face of the party—that she is the new and now of our culture. If anything, I thought the recent election represented, at least, that the culture was shifting, but the cynical side of me thinks perhaps those believing Palin is the face of the franchise may have a point.

So here are some notes from the under-intestine, and all replete with Palinesque logic systems:

From college Americans 20-24yo:

“In any type of collaborative knowledge project, some degree of government should be perhaps required”

“Certain things just wouldn’t function without a leader, like in a workplace. It couldn’t function without a manager figure like how a classroom wouldn’t function without an eraser at the chalkboard”

“It would not be economically efficient to spend so much money on a fake leg when a cadaver leg could be used for so much less, especially when we have so many homeless john does dying in New York. We can harvest in the cities.”

“In this world people should not be controlled by the government just like Fukuyama states with Biotechnology, but politics should be able to control peoples emotions because if they do people would all be the same and life would be more fun than being told what to do by governments.”

“Scientists believe that human beings just go to school to learn just in textbooks and take tests and become professionals without understanding that humans also go to church and enjoy other extracurricolor activities like hunting in the snow”


I refrained from any inter-commentary on this one. Too easy.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Change

With tonight's sweeping message of change, I hope some is set aside for the process of voting. I questioned all the rhetorical bombardment about how far we have came in the last few centuries as I stood in line (for the second time) while a 95yo lady hand wrote my name on a spiral notebook to log me into the "books." The old lady, who was apparently hard of hearing, was having my name dictated by another older lady who only stopped once for a piss break. There simply has to be a better way. This is only a step-up from a show of hands or getting a section of the bleachers to cheer at a pep rally. For an encore, the voting booth (1 of 2) was in a church near the pulpit. On the wall was a blue & purple tapestry with the misspelling: Redeemption.

So it goes...