DAYS

A RETURN FROM NORMALCY
I'm back from my week as a 'normal' person. By normal I mean I didn't spend one minute in the so-called blogosphere, I gave the news only the occasional periphery glance, and I didn't write a single word. In doing this, I discovered something. It's been a source of constant frustration for me that people aren't outraged daily by the actions of the, um, Cheney administration. I've wondered constantly, 'why aren't people in the streets every day demanding action and change and answers??' It drives me nuts. Well, the answer seems to be that 'normal' people don't realize how fu*ked up everything really is. While living this 'normal' life last week all I could really gather was that Terrell Owens sucks, terrorists suck, and voters are finally starting to realize that Bush sucks.

People who suck.

Of course, then I got back, tried to catch up and soon realized a bit more had happened:

• First off, I realized that the United States melts people's skin off.
• I then quickly realized that Terrell Owens is the least of our problems.
• I realized that Bush doesn't realize that actually, yes, 'we do torture'. And we're trying to hide it. Seriously, that "We Don't Torture" shit? That should go down in the annals right alongside "Bring 'em on" and "Heckuva Job Brownie."
• I realized that Jimmy Carter gets it. And so does Muhammad Ali.
• I realized that Bush met with the Dalai Lama, something I'd normally be happy to hear. But I gotta question the timing on this one. I mean really, right before an important and potentially contentious state visit to China? They were bound to get cranky about it, especially when we owe them all that money. Big hitter, the Lama.
• I realized that despite being forced to watch 'Must Love Dogs' both on the flight to Chicago and back from Chicago, I still think John Cusack rocks.
• Lastly, I realized that I prefer to remain abnormal, if that's what this is. It's good to be back.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got more reading to do. Lampooning to follow shortly.


'Hey Karl, 50 bucks says your boy trips before he gets here. Bet?'