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oh, NOW Republicans want privacy… how convenient…

Posted in politics, religion, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 3, 2008 by angrygirl

Did you know that we’re not supposed to criticize any Republicans, ever? For some reason, the holier-than-thous feel that whenever they make a mistake, they should be instantly forgiven and the whole incident swept under the rug.

Sarah “Token Woman” Palin’s 17 year old daughter had some anti-Republican premarital sex, and got herself pregnant. Palin had to release this info to combat rumors that her youngest child, Trig, might have been Bristol’s. So, how do you combat a rumor that your unwed teenage daughter didn’t give birth to 4 month old Trig? You do it by saying:

oh yeah? How can Trig be her son when she’s 5 months pregnant?

So now that “TW” Palin announced her personal failure of abstinence-only education, we’re supposed to respect the privacy of her failure to lead as a moral mother.

During the Clinton years, the Republicans set a new precedence concerning the privacy of politicians and their families by viciously attacking the Clintons. I was in high school at the time, not too concerned with politics in general, and even I remember jokes made at Chelsea Clinton’s expense.

In fact, it was John McCain that told one of the more popular jokes about Chelsea. To whom did he tell this joke? Not to his “cunt” wife (his words, not mine), not his children, not his aides, staff, friends…

No, John McCain found that joke worthy of speech material for a fund-raiser. Business as usual, ey Johnny Boy?

And we all know that it was ok with the Republicans to screech about Bill Clinton’s affair on a regular basis. But when David Vitter was caught, oh then we’re supposed to respect their privacy? What makes the Vitter situation really laughable, was that during the Monica Lewinsky affair, Vitter’s wife said:

“I’m more like Lorena Bobbit than Hillary,” … If he [Senator Vitter] does something like that, I’m walking away with one thing, and it’s not alimony, trust me.”

Then when her man’s fetish for hookers & diapers was revealed, she apparently hid all her knives.

Scroll to 1:34 to see blazing hypocrisy.

How about all the other trumpeters of “family values” and Clinton denouncers who overwhelmingly were adulterers themselves? I see no one holding back in their attack of John Edwards and his infidelity. And I’m not saying that anyone should, but…

Why is it ok to pry into the sex lives of Democrats, but when the tables are turned, all of a sudden, everyone is supposed to give the Republicans some privacy?

So now that Bristol (Myers Squibb???) Palin is knocked up, nobody’s supposed to talk about it?

Nope, its called precedence. Sorry Bristol. I feel bad for you on many levels. (Only a Republican would name their daughter after a pharmaceutical company.) It’s not fair that she’s going to have to be in the spotlight, but the Republicans set that precendent in the 90s. And what makes it even more of a story, is that it is the Republican party who touts the morals that would actually denounce you. (Ok, that’s not fair to all Republicans. I mean the Religious Right Repubs.)

This was the party that found Monica Lewinsky more important than actual dealing with issues that affect their constituents. This was the party that insisted on dividing this country over stupid non-issues like abortion or gay marriage. This was the party that touted “family values” yet lusted after destroying the families of anyone left of Ann Coulter. It was around this time that I really thought about some quote Nietzche made…

Something along the lines of… beware of those who are quick to punish…

Anyhow, I blame these people with the rapid degeneration of our nations politics. They impeached a president over lying about a blow job, but defend to the death, a man who lied us into the worst foreign policy move in the history of America’s existence.

The current “Republicans” care way more about image than anything of actual substance. They are a party governed by convenience.

Why bother vetting a VP choice when we can just throw a woman up there to git dem Hillary votes?

If it was a party of actual knowledge and substance, they would have noticed how offensive the Sarah “Token Woman” Palin nomination would be to anyone with a functioning brain. Of course, the right did their typical dance of calling the choice “brilliant” just because a Republican made it. Everyone else thought… “wtf?”

Now that all the fuck-ups of the past decades of conservative rule are coming to light, now that people are starting to see that these guys are the BIGGEST hypocrites… Now, they ask for privacy? After 8 years of dismantling our civil rights, after decades of constant insults and ridicule for our “questionable morals”. Now they want us to give them the respect they would NEVER give to us?

Wow.

Talk about presumption…

Do you know what I call people like this? Stuck up. People that demand respect they don’t give you; think they are better than you. And these guys had the nerve to brand liberals as elitists! You know how to tell where the Republicans really stand? Take a look at what they denounce. Why else do you think there’s practically a Republican sex scandal coming out every other week? That’s why I hate the current stock of Republicans more than I hate the Democrats. And as bad as I feel for Bristol Palin, its really not that much. She should be thanking her lucky stars that her mom’s a Republican. They’re the ones who do the real mud slinging anyways. Democrats, overall, have too much empathy to sink to that.

If she was Obama’s daughter, that would be the end of his campaign. If she was a Democrat, the Republicans would be calling everything into question. That’s their MO. There would be all these “experts” commenting on urban lifestyle, or some other bullshit. They would find a way to mention it in every public appearance, on all talk radio, on their blogs, and the rest of their noise machine. Anything to win, right guys?

Like I said, a party of convenience. Remember the “nuclear option” the Repubs wanted to introduce a few years ago? They wanted to get rid of the filibuster. Cause being in charge of all 3 levels of government, just wasn’t quite enough power huh? Part of me was hoping it would go thru, because anyone with a brain saw that their reign would not last too long. They’re way too greedy for that.

But alas, they caught a break and it didn’t pass. Just like how Bristol will probably get a huge break. She’s lucky her mom’s a Republican.

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goodbye blue monday… my return to the middle class

Posted in nyc, Uncategorized, work with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 27, 2008 by angrygirl

black pinstripe pants… CHECK

button down doucher blouse… CHECK

shoes that aren’t sneakers… CHECK

glasses… CHECK

briefcase with no contents of general importance… CHECK

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Ah yes, my friends, I have once again re-entered that highly sought after financial status of “not as broke”. Being that I was a “genius” in choosing to major in Fine Arts, that is QUITE an accomplishment. That, and the fact that I’ve never had the slightest interest in heroin or crappy indie rock… (see previous entry for my thoughts on indie rock)

I had worked the corporate gig a few years back. Well, sort of corporate… I never really had to dress like a douche except for meetings with clients. God I always hated those…

This job is different. I have always done more of the creative/graphic side of things, now, I’ll be doing mostly coding and other techie stuff. I’m kinda stoked. I like being one of the few female techies. I’m proud of myself for getting a traditionally male job.

So today I had to go down to my new impending job and fill out some paperwork and get a photo ID so I can enter the damn building. I felt like a republican today. I kinda looked like a Jehovah’s Witness with my dark slacks and white striped douche blouse. Perhaps I’ll post a picture of my new ID. I have my hair tied tightly back, and boy, do I look like a major douche. But hey, I’m in cognito! When I got home, I rang the doorbell instead, just to teasingly proselytize my boyfriend.

“Hey baby, how’d work go?”

“Did you hear about the Good News?”

“Huh?”

“That Jesus, Our Lord & Saviour, has died for our sins!”

::door closes::

Ha ha, kidding.

Anyhow, I definitely had a good time joking about “stock options” and “401k’s”. I gotta fit in any way I can. I made a huge mistake at my last job, being so openly rebellious and anti-corporate douchebaggery. One should never give anyone a reason to be considered a target. This time, I figure I’ll try to be one of the squares. Besides, I get to move up a tax bracket again. I can dress like a douche for the cash.

Bleh, I think I’m so smart… let’s put that to the test. If I really am as intelligent as I conceitedly think I am, I should be able to manage this new temp gig and see if it’s worth going into a permanent position. I should be able to pass off as a typical corporate slave, with a little self control in keeping my big opinionated mouth shut!

Whoa. I’ll be getting a steady paycheck again for a little while. Being a freelance artist definitely has its perks, but freelance anything means there will be rough times. There’s no avoiding that. Every once in a while, a kick ass job comes along meaning I only have to work a few months out of the year.

I hope I can maintain the discipline of the modest lifestyle I’ve grown accustomed to. I truly value the freedom that goes along with sporadic employment and meager funding. Plus, when you’re broke, it’s easier to tell who your real friends are, but I digress…

It’s also been a childhood dream to be working downtown NYC’s financial district. I never dreamed that I would be working “in computers”, yet there I was this morning. Wearing snarky glasses, dressed like a douche, with briefcase in hand. One of these days, I’m going to walk up and down Wall Street, shouting into my cellphone to some imaginary call,

“I SAID SELL, GOD DAMN IT!!!”

or

“YOU’RE FIRED!!!”

Even though I’m a web designer, nobody would know anyways! Besides, I now have the douche uniform, so nobody’d suspect a thing. When in Rome…

Speaking of, I should practice my watercooler talk.

“So how about those Mets/Yankees/Knicks/Jets?”

Ugh… this shall be an interesting experiment. I like to view “work” as a means to pay for my next trip to Amsterdam, Hawaii, or where ever my heart desires. Hmm. I should buy a book on learning Dutch…

IK SPREEK GEEN NEDERLANDS!!!

my apartment is on the verge of collapse…

Posted in nyc, Uncategorized with tags on August 17, 2008 by angrygirl

What’s the fucking point of yoga when your apartment is SHAKING?

God fucking damn it! I’m TRYING to fucking RELAX here! But no, the crazy landlord’s got some construction workers banging on the god damn foundation of the building with a fucking sledgehammer.

BANG

BANG

BANG

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’m going to fucking kill someone. It keeps alternating between a sledgehammer and a jack hammer.

RAT A TAT TAT RAT A TAT TAT RAT A TAT TAT RAT A TAT TAT RAT A TAT TAT RAT A TAT TAT

WHAT THE FUCK?!?!

It never ends! NEVER!!!!

part of me wants to retaliate and start clanging pots and pans, screaming anti communist propaganda, and fling feces into the freshly poured concrete. Just to make my complaint official and to be taken seriously.
but i need more ammo… perhaps some microwaved white castle burgers can get the juices flowing…
but i kid the commies…

they’ve been drilling for hours. its right outside the “bedroom” window. its vibrating the very chair i’m sitting on… and no, not in a good way.

this fucking sporadic earsplitting staccato… shits stabbing at my eardrums.

and im crazy to begin with. now i got this fucking JACKHAMMER JABBING at me.

SHUT UP! STOP IT! FUCKING STOP!!!

I never thought I would beg for the Amish to come and save the day.

Great… now he’s discovered the drill…

You know what? It fucking figures. I have the apartment to myself for the afternoon. Sunday afternoon, got no pressing deadlines (there’s ALWAYS something), brewed some ass kicking coffee, tried to meditate after an angry set of sun salutations, and some western-washed kundalini “yoga”.

And the pounding began.

::sighs::

it’s almost like some kind of warped urban ear exam. there’s the dull solid pounding of the sledgehammer… there’s the sporadic clacking of the jack hammer, and last but not least, the ear splitting drill. especially when its going thru metal.

Oh, squeak for me baby! Tear some more rips in my eardrums!

Argh. I’m gonna go cook some fucking eggs.


3 eggs, a thorough tooth brushing, a 3 ave walk to the grocery store, grocery shopping, and back…

AND THEY ARE STILL FUCKING POUNDING BANGING CLANKING DRILLING FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!!!