January 9
Every photo I take is THIS photo. Seriously.
The other day, I was at The Place I Dare Not Name, doing what people do when in this place (note: it was the same day as the panting guy). I had trouble figuring out the cool Rio player because well, I'm a moron and had stuff plugged into the wrong hole (no, smartass, it's not a common problem with me). ANYhow, I had no walkman to keep me entertained and only a battered old copy of Time magazine to read, which, in addition to scaring the shit out of me: ("Every Single Country in the World Has the Bomb, and There's Nothing Anyone Can Do About It!!") made me depressed and angry: ("Remembering the World Trade Center, A DAMN COOL BUILDING Where A LOT OF PEOPLE WERE KILLED!!"). So, I'm scared, angry and sad when I realize that I'm no longer interested in reading about the WAR AGAINST TERROR or whatnot, and I turn to the televsion.
The televsion which is, of course, playing CNN. It is impossible to turn away from the WAR ON TERROR, even when I'm happily crosstraining, it is futile to fight. I can not bring myself to watch the story about how all of the widows and widowers from the WTC feel like they're being fleeced out of money and how can we put a monitary value on our loved ones lives and whatnot, so I concentrate on the little ticker of news going by on the bottom.
I'm reading all about the world, sorrow, sorrow, tragedy, weep, weep weep, and then I get to a story, perhaps you've heard about it, and will know what I mean, and will be able to fill in a few more details. I hadn't, so this is as best as I got from the tiny ticker tape of words: Apparently some airline capitan booted an Arab-American secret service man off their plane. I don't really care about that (I know, it's bad, I should be more sensitive, but I'm not and I don't. Forgive my cultural insensitivity) part of the story. What was really super ultra funny was our delightful president's reply. Heh, heh. Okay, the beginning is a paraphrase, the end is an exact quote. Are you ready?
"If I find out that the capitans of that plane threw someone off based on their ethnicity, I'm going to be plenty hot!! That means ANGRY!!!"
Hah, HAH! That means ANGRY, does it, George W? Did you go to Yale, George W? I didn't go to Yale, and yet, I KNEW what HOT meant. And I can just hear him saying it in my head, too! "That means ANGRY!!" "Towelheads!! We're gunna whup yer butts back to mecca! That's how HOT--that means ANGRY we are!!" Always, in his speechs, I wait for him to come out with some nutbag redneck yee-haw America thing, because, say what you will--GWB ONLY sounds sincere when he's ANGRY. Good thing he's pissed off about stuff so often. Peh, no matter what, I can't stomach the man.
That means ANGRY. I LOVE that he figures no one knows what he was talking about. Heh. What a wanker.