Mexico Or Canada?
Angela cracks me up.
Yeah, I watched the debate but I didn’t WATCH the debate because there were people around me who were talking about other things that distracted me. Try as I might, I gave up and just listened to drunk people talk about issues surrounding the debate but who weren’t listening to a dang thing either candidate was saying. Badger, who has babysat me during my existential crisis this week, also gave up.
We were in a conundrum.
The lesson I learned is don’t watch the debates on a Friday night in a juke joint. I wish I’d gone to Megan’s house but I digress.
What does this mean?
It means I have to watch the debate alone and process it later today. Yeah, it’s my way.
Now, why does Angela crack me up, as I got off task in a haze of too much news happening this week and the impending financial apocalypse.
But for now: I’m still in that pool of voters most likely to end up living in Mexico, drinking cheap beer, staring at pictures of Ron Paul and listening to sappy hair metal ballads.
I was thinking Canada as I really hate hot weather because it makes my hiney sweat. I like sweaters and Mabel looks sorta cute in the snow. I’m old. I can’t do hair metal but I think a bit of Miles Davis would do.
I have already talked to some friends in Canada. They have a big house with lots of property. I think I might camp there for 4 years.
I’ll follow you. I used to live in Montreal but, alas, I can only talk dirty in French with a very thick southern accent.
I’ll take Canada and pics of Ron Paul, but substitute Steve Earle for the hair ballads. And yes, I know just what a juxtaposition that creates.
Ian and I decided last night that we’ll stay in the country if McCain wins as long as he’s alive. But as soon as he’s hospitalized we’ll start looking for another country to move to. And when he dies and Palin becomes president, we’re out of here. I will not live under the rule of someone who wants to be a dictator. John McCain is an old blowhard who lies, but Palin is a power-drunk, irresponsible woman who doesn’t care about other people and doesn’t care to be educated on the things that should be important when you’re president, or even vice president.