Back to the future

Alas, I have returned. Unfortunately circumstances in the past weeks have not permitted me to share my lovely life with all of you people. Funny thing how my availability and computer access never matched up even momentarily to allow me to jot down a few words. Lord knows I needed the therapy, there were times I contemplated becoming a gypsy (really, a more glamorous word for a bum) and traveling the contiguous United States without a penny or a worry in the world. In my most desperate moments I was tempted to take the plunge in to the all too convenient Mississippi River.

Looking back, I am extremely unsure how I survived the last weeks and am fortunate that I do not remember most of it. I’m sure by now you’re thinking that rogue sorority girl zombies held me captive and to some extent this is true. I came to the realization that a sorority is a cult; one that manipulates your thoughts and actions to assimilate into a pre-designed concept of what is acceptable. Okay, so I guess it isn’t that serious but I will tell you that it might take months to recover from my exhaustion.

By most measures I am drained of all life. There isn’t a fake smile or a forced compliment left anywhere in my body. I am more bitter and sarcastic than before. But this is all okay. I have become the epitome of my overly involved high school self, accepting responsibilities left and right requiring me to sacrifice things like sleeping, eating, and showering. From now until November 2nd I am dedicating myself and my well being to the reelection of George W. Bush. Between speaking at the Monday evening dinners at Fraternities to registering your mom and her dog to vote…I’ll be doing it.

I was even fortunate enough to see Georgie speak again. This time he talked about good things like health care. To say the very least, I was impressed by the ease at which he spoke and the enthusiasm he showed. In contrast to Kerry’s similar address of health care, I found President Bush more approachable, easier to relate to, and a million times more genuine. While Johnny boy stood stiff in his heavily starched suit without a smile I had to think he had given up on our little old state. And that is even sadder to me because it exposes the fraud that he is. I feel as if an apology should go out to all the registered democrats reading something along the lines of “You could have had Gephardt or even someone else but we screwed up and gave you this ass clown. Uhh sorry”. Okay, so it could be longer and perhaps more sincere, but at this point I don’t expect much out of the Democratic Party.