The Perspicacity of Doing Squat
It’s voting day in Washington, and I feel so left out. I won’t vote. It’s too tough to decide between a) Hope and b) Change.
Hope seems swell enough (if a tad too audacious for my mild-mannered soul). Change can be very useful sometimes, especially when a long-buried Jujubee craving kicks in while you’re by a vending machine. Perhaps New Change is the thing to go for: blue pennies, black dimes, red quarters, and a new $0.00 silver coin with the face of William Jennings Bryan.
Let’s face it. Like most Americans, I spent the primary season in bitter discontent, wondering what the hell to do with all those Carol Mosely Braun posters I saved so hopefully from 2004. Hope can’t get you Carol Mosely Braun; and it can’t get you any Jujubees. Screw democracy.
