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A succinct political conversation that nonetheless sums it all up somehow.
Me: So Matthew...seriously...who do you think is going to be the next President?
Boy: Someone I don't like.
Indeed.
I was so idealistically prepared to jump on the Barack Obama bandwagon, possibly because 1) I knew very little about him and 2) he could at least string a sentence together without sounding like a fool. But then he startled the hell out of me with his warmongering. Et tu, Barack?
Who are these people? Any of them? And who the hell is pulling the strings? It all seems hopelessly rigged, and not for the good of any but a few.
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon,
Going to the candidates’ debate.
Laugh about it, shout about it,
When you’ve got to choose;
Every way you look at it you lose.
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you...
Me: So Matthew...seriously...who do you think is going to be the next President?
Boy: Someone I don't like.
Indeed.
I was so idealistically prepared to jump on the Barack Obama bandwagon, possibly because 1) I knew very little about him and 2) he could at least string a sentence together without sounding like a fool. But then he startled the hell out of me with his warmongering. Et tu, Barack?
Who are these people? Any of them? And who the hell is pulling the strings? It all seems hopelessly rigged, and not for the good of any but a few.
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon,
Going to the candidates’ debate.
Laugh about it, shout about it,
When you’ve got to choose;
Every way you look at it you lose.
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio?
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you...