As I observe this election cycle with Barack Hussein Obama II (if that hacks off McCain then that is my right to say it [for now]) with his hope and near messianic picture that many are trying to paint him with. And McCain telling us to play nice and just shut up about the Obama candidacy, really makes one wonder if he really is in it to win it. Well despite the myrmidons (aka cool-aid drinkers) and how this has become very trite and bromidic, I am slowly catching up on my Tom & Jerry and Chowder episodes. Yeah, those guys are offering a version of the sweet release that only death in its cold callousness could offer. Allowing myself to be browbeat for being white on one side and being a conservative on the other (and yes apparently I am also a neocon [that would be an anti socialist]) and being an embarrassment to the very party that claims to have a big tent for all. I liked it when the good guys had the white hats and the bad guys wore black hats. This is not the case for this election. Both candidates have the same vision for America, the theory of global warming, taxes and the belief that a democrat should be the next president. Chowder an aspiring cook who is working for Mungs, has his misguided adventures in a chaotic kitchen that does not lack in originality or imagination. This cat creature is in a world that is so topsy–tervey that real life just fades away and your mind is lulled into a new reality (I too, reject reality and substitute with a version of my own) where there is an endless possibility to cooking. Tom and Jerry is just a good old reality check, mindless, mallet pounding, dog chases cat, cat chases mouse and the mouse gets the cheese in the end. In other words you know what to expect and you are not offended by the outcome, although they have scrubbed some of the language and scenes from Tom & Jerry (they could not leave well enough alone [if it ain’t broke fix it] mentality.) I just once would like to see people get what they want…, now that will be a wake up call and a hang over at the same time. Living vicariously through my idols, I have secured a piece of sanity for my beleaguered conscious and my neoconic tendencies. I hope all turns out ok, but, as the old adage goes, it is not over until the fat lady sings, as will be the case in November 08.
