What to write about? My bi-weekly dilemma. What's on my mind? Unemployment, mostly my own. One can only stretch the term "freelance" so thin before one is actually just dicking around on Facebook all day. What else? This whole Sarah Palin thing. And believe me, I hate that her name should even appear in one of my blog posts, forever tainting it. I would never wear one of those "Not My President" buttons, as that would put Bush's vacuous mug square on my lapel every day. Still, it's more than a little disconcerting that a doncha-know hockey-mom with a wild stare (see right) who's a Pentecostal and supports teaching religious-based alternatives to evolution could easily be our President within the next few years. "Hurricane Sarah" herself has taken to the phrasing "Palin-McCain" rather than "McCain-Palin." All signs seem to point to "this is not a person fit to run the country, should the President be unable to fulfill their duties." It's even more distressing that, as America continues its descent into our own Dark Ages, after eight years of declining everything, about half of us seem to desire more of the same. There are many who, much to my astonishment, seek (whether they realize it or not) the perpetuation of this roller coaster ride into financial, social and literal Armageddon. I suppose they imagine that it will be they who are airlifted to heaven when The Rapture they so doggedly pursued finally arrives. We are not simply in a dialog about which side of the political fence has more "haters," this is not some figurative discussion like "my dog's better than your dog" - this is the next four years of our lives at a very, very shaky time in this country's history, and how anyone with even the most meager observational powers could be more afraid of Barack Obama than the McCain/Palin ticket is hard to fathom.
Am I pleased about anything? Sure. I need my escapist pabulum too. The original American big city, the city of brotherly love, finally has a great, brutally funny TV show, and has for several years - though not enough of you have been paying attention. (You know you can TiVo On the Record w/Greta and watch it later.) The FX comedy series, It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia, returned to the air for its fourth season on September 18. The show centers on five amoral screw-ups, viciously self-serving individuals, capable of great self-debasement, who together run a dive bar in Philly. It's a fluid ensemble piece that's like Seinfeld without money. Seinfeld with hard drugs, trannies and cannibalism. In fact, most episodes of Sunny are like a flaming ball of comedic chaos rolling down a very steep hill. How a show that uses the word "bang" in almost every episode (as in "which one of us would you like to take you in the back and bang you?") can come across as consistently fresh and clever boggles the mind, but their formula is on a mighty roll. Watch some of the promo clips on YouTube, since that's where you spend your life anyway. I'll be watching every Thursday at 10 (the show is also repeated several times throughout the week.) And yes, I'm a hater. I hate Sarah Palin. And football on TV. And twins.
Related: Take the Palin PBS poll and see the results.