The Curmudgeon

I prize our friendship
But if zombies should chase us,
I'll trip your ass up.

From your Curmudgeon, who is planning on celebrating his Halloween by flogging Republicans into submission.

It is not for lack of material that I have fallen mostly silent as of late. Grampy McSame and the MILF who would be VP have come fully unhinged, and in their desperate clamor they create jaw-dropping acts, idiotic and feral. The Breeder Bachmann has chewed through her muzzle and leash, letting her special sunshiney brand of crazy out to shine brightly. One can almost imagine her jilted fury at watching yet another milfy breeder get paraded on the large political stage- hell, if she had known, she'd have gone a damn safari to prove her hunting prowess.

The wealthy elites are grabbing the government by the balls and whispering "gimme" while they still can, riding the markets like a fuckmachine, and this bright shiny act has gained the attention of the corporate controlled media, now in full lather between election coverage and the myriad crises in the world.

Every day, it grows more breathless.

And every day, my reaction grows more towards "meh". This situation isn't gonna end well- no matter the outcome of the election. There'll be more breathless weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth no matter what happens, and for all that hubbub, the depth of it will prove amazingly superficial. Meh.

I have other interests, other facets which are also compelling. There's hockey to be watched, there are other creative outlets to be explored- and unlike this ephemeral political tempest, the resolution of these other interests is far from decided. Given a choice between a predictable and predictably unsatisfying interest and a pursuit which sparks creativity and rewards that interest, I'll be taking the latter.

In short, look for the tenor and tone of this space to be changing: perhaps not so much politics, and more, well, more eclectic ponderings. There may well be a common theme which emerges, but you will discern it as I discover it.

Your Curmudgeon is a proud hockey fan, and he is also a political junkie. These two spheres have been mutually exclusive for the most part, and this is as it should be. Sure, there will be the occasional political figure, a governor or mayor, who does a ceremonial puck drop. These functions are to celebrate the game, to honor a team, or christen a new arena, and as such, these are tolerated.

It is another thing entirely to bring in a campaigning pol to get the candidate more face time and media exposure. That sort of thing just DOESN'T happen.

However, that is exactly just what happened last night, when Caribou Barbie dropped the puck at the Philadelphia Flyers' season opener against the New York Rangers:

Now, the Curmudgeon is no fan of the Broad Street Bullies, however it must be acknowledged that the Flyers' fans have a tolerance for bullshit approximate to his own, which is to say no tolerance at all. The crowd- who were there for some hockey- roundly booed this Milfy VP pretender. Booed loudly- enough so that the arena potted up the music multiple times to drown out the dissent.

Good on 'em for that.

When I moved into the new place, a prime attraction was the porch. At the time, I mused that it would be a great perch from which to watch it all turn to shit.

I had no idea that we were living on an parabolic curve- and man, has it sloped hard downward.

After the foul cabal of the RNC convention left the area, I've just been watchin' and musin'. Mostly, I wanted to content myself with the turning of the season, some college football, and the return of actual cooking some serious food. I also wanted to really keep the news at an arm's distance, because it portended to be little more than some extreme media contortions to portray the political races as close, as compelling, in short, as anything other than what they actually are- or should be.

The above plan was at best partially executed. The shit started hitting the fan- way too soon for the right wing nutjobs, and now the rats have to keep running the wheel. With no more time for finesse left, the financial rulers have no choice but bare knuckled robbery. This extortion act also stripped the Grampy McSame campaign of any hope of a Milfy cult of winking personality or a diversionary barrage of 'national security' warmongering issues, and now the broken old whore has to run a campaign of naked racism. To call it offensive is far too mild, to call it criminal far too clinical. No, the GOP intends to treat the nation to a month-long Dutch Oven, wherein the most foul gasses pour forth from the most foul asses while the covers are held over our head.

In short, things just got way too interesting to ignore entirely, and it happened, is happening still, quickly.

The good news is that we can't have that many more 5-600 point drops in the stock market ahead. By my estimate, 17 more such days, and that will be that. To any bankers or stockbrokers or other financial wizards looking for advice: jump already, motherfuckers.