Motivational Meat

The rains have returned. Summer break is long over. The kids have been in school for months, and I only now have the stomach for meatwork.
It's easier with the sun snuffed into damp perpetual twilight to sit indoors and read The News, play catch up with the horror-show of world events in the modern world. Easier. Not easy, but in the rain, it is easier. Appropriate is the word.

The election season is warming up nicely now, though still a bloodletting or twelve away from the primaries. Ron Paul is turning into Mirror, Mirror Ralph Nader. It was sad to see Donald Trump bow out so early, but unsurprising. I had high hopes for that guy. Not to win, but he would have brought out the circus-whore ridiculousness in this election, made it the corrupt and stupid spectacle it's longing to become. Imagine it: Half hour campaign spots and media specials from last Spring till next November. With show girls. Massive open bribery and mudslinging on all sides. We really lost a lot of good bullshit with that one. But It's only begun. The poor bastards are all still shadowboxing, afraid to really commit and lay into each other, just trying not to trip on on their own bullet points and fuck up the early consolidation of dependable hardliner constituency, which is more fickle than ever with so many poor records being polished up to look race-worthy. Even incumbent Obama is going to have to woo the blindest party-voting Democrat regions to his side to hold on to his useless historical position, which would be first ever loss during wartime. But war is perpetual for us now, so they were bound to overlap eventually.