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Dear Republican Party,

Listen, everyone exaggerates. I know. It’s part of politics. Distortions of reality, even, are expected. But complaining about “cutting medicare” when the bill being voted on is making the exact changes you suggested three years ago is just ridiculous. You cannot call the legislation you wrote yourself destructive.

Also, Michelle Bachmann has to go. She’s crazy. Sarah Palin crazy, only where Palin has legit sociopathic tendencies, Bachmann displays a separation from reality that suggests severe schizophrenia. When you just claim out of nowhere that the health care bill will increase abortions by 30% (when it would really have the opposite effect by making pre and post-natal care affordable), you’ve clearly lost it.

Also, there ARE death panels. They exist now, in the form of a beaurocrat that’s between you and your doctor, the one working for the insurance company. The death panel right now says you’re too expensive to insure and drops your coverage so you’re on your own.

By regulating the insurance companies so they don’t get to do that now, the death panel goes away.

Reality is scary when you’re not in control. I know. I’m a progressive who just sat through eight years of George Bush. It’s hard. But it’s time to face reality instead of thinking a default no vote will do anyone any good. Put the people over the party again, like in those days of yore which you brag about so.

When did the two become so hard to differentiate?

I thought this was simple enough. I learned in third grade what the difference was, afterall. Hell, got 10/10 on the test! The irony is the teacher got 9/10. I remember distinctly the point of contention.

“Fact or opinion: Spiders are smart.”

Opinion. Pretty simple, right? But the teacher said “Well, the guide says opinion, but if they weren’t smart they couldn’t make the webs they do, so I’ll take either answer.” This was a smart teacher too, this was an AP class! And yet, there it was.

Just a few days ago I watched J.D. Hayworth, noted moron/jackass but also former elected official, claim that he disagreed with someone on a fact.

A fact. Facts are, simply put, things that are real. There is no subjective choice, there’s a reality, and there’s a total lack thereof. J.D. Hayworth says Massachusetts defines marriage as the “establishment of intimacy.” It doesn’t. The words aren’t there, at all. You cannot marry your horse as he said you could by that clause.

Rachel Maddow correctly pointed this out, that those words do not agree in the document he’s referring to. And he says “Well we disagree on that.”

One person may love chartreuse, everyone else can hate it. That’s how opinion works. You may not, however, debate that the creature before you is a cat when it’s a border collie. You cannot disagree that you breathe air and be a sane person. You cannot disagree with a fact and be sane. If it’s a fact, there’s no option. Option, opinion, the words are fairly close even. That’s a hint.

Unless you’re a Fox News regular, anyway. Then the phrase “Well, we disagree, because I think dolphins are fish” is just as good as “I think the clause says ‘establishment of intimacy’ ” by all accounts. Reality doesn’t matter, and people don’t understand the difference between what they think, and WHAT IS REAL.

I mourn for the world. I also mourn for the nation, since this has become the standard tactic of the right, to claim reality is not real, to disagree with facts.

Fuck.

“Fuck the haters.”

I think he’d get the votes of damn near anyone under 30 who isn’t a Teabagger. That was, really, the basic intent of today’s speech he gave, and it was a good one.

But he’s the first president to really take advantage of new media. He’s the first one in touch with Gen X and under. He’s the first one who didn’t have some sort of involvement in Vietnam.

So I say take another step forward, be presidential, be confident, be bold, and say “Fuck the haters”, and walk off. Up to the podium, “Ladies and gentlemen, fuck the haters.” Better, do it on a real stage. Walk out under the arch, “fuck the haters”, walk off, close the grand.

Sure some older conservatives people will be offended, but how many of them were voting for him anyway? I say keep the youth vote enthusiastic!

Say what you want about the sex included in Heavy Rain and Fahrenheit, at least it wasn’t this bad.

God of War III‘s obligatory sex minigame is a 45 second affair that feels like an hour. While just as before the camera pans away from the action but the sound continues, this time, it gets worse.

This time there are two lovely undressed ladies in the wings, watching and commenting on how great it is.

“By the gods, is he going to?” “If it’s so great watching, imagine how it must feel!” “Oh my, such power!”

And as the scene progresses, they start groping each other more and more, until the end where one pushes the other down and they themselves go at it. It’s as close as it can be to porn without actually being porn, and yet it’s somehow MORE embarrassing to have it seen/heard by other people. At least then there’s an excuse of it being passive. In this, you have to get INVOLVED for those precious experience points. And it’s a known, gamers will do anything for precious experience points, no matter how degrading.

But let’s just try to keep this one from happening again, okay guys?

But naps don’t work for me.

I try sometimes, but my body only has two levels of sleep. “Not at all” or “A full night’s.” On the rare occasions I manage a nap, my system takes that as normal time. I’ll sleep four hours twice a day. When I try to go to bed early, I just sit there. I go to bed late, I wake up early. In fact, the less sleep I’ve had, the less I get.

Last night I slept for a solid ten. I woke up eight hours ago, and yet, I’m already tired.

My subconscious lies, says “Take a nap! You’ll wake up in a few hours!” but I know better. I’ll be up at 10 pm, because my body has this odd rotation, wherein I stay up late and sleep late randomly, and no matter what I do to fix it, damned if my mind doesn’t start dumping melatonin whenever it pleases. And once it hits a certain point, there’s nothing to be done. You just start to believe anything once you’re tired enough.

I’d like to write more, but I’m really tired. I think I’m gonna take a nap, maybe post more in an hour or two when I get up.

I don’t mean the status so much as the word.

I’ve come to this decision seeing more ads for officialquiz.com (the official quiz of text subscription service scammers I suppose), random things labeled official in similar ways, and the clincher, a movie titled “Official To Catch A Predator Parody XXX.”

The title provides me endless joy, I admit. The concept of it actually featuring Chris Hansen, as clearly he signed off on it being an OFFICIAL parody, sitting naked on a stool, saying “Why don’t you have a seat over here?” as he points to his lap is absolutely hilarious to me, and probably me alone.

Then I went back to trying to reconcile “Official Unofficial Biography of David Beckham” my friend told me he saw in the bookstore. That’s just confusing, so I’m going back to inserting the image of Chris Hansen, pantsless and spread eagle on a barstool at a kitchen counter as some unsuspecting pederast walks in. “Why don’t you take a seat? Over here. No no, you don’t have to talk. I’m not going to arrest you. I just wanna talk. Why don’t you take a seat?”

Because I’ve spent all day doing heavy lifting and haven’t slept in 36 hours or so, I’m starting with a total cop-out! This article was intended to go to a newspaper, it seems someone there thinks video game are just for kids. Therefore this Heavy Rain review was headed for the kids section, which would have likely gotten us sued!

Enjoy!

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Every day, I’m going to make a post.

It might be long, it might be short, it might be crap.

But they say content is key, and even though I don’t have any ads up right now pending Adsense’s review of my account, I’m an attention whore and want some traffic.

Tune in tomorrow to find out how bad an idea this is going to be, because sooner or later, I’m going to resort to admitting things about myself I really shouldn’t!