Ind e-Pen # XLV, kakistocracies and dreams

By Pixel at November 7, 2004 at 2:10 am. Filed in ind e-pen

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Introduction
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Okay, so I’ve decided to leave the country. This has nothing to do with the kakistocracy we now live in (lie!), I just really wanted to go to Canada (I’d go to Mexico, but there’s too many American college students there), or perhaps down low with those nice australians.

kakistocracy - a society governed by its worst citizens (in this case: politicians).

Election Reaction

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I’m sure you’re all tired of hearing about the election. Especially if your candidate lost (Badnarik. You voted for Badnarik, right?). So I’ll completely not discuss anything I have thought, seen, or read since the fateful day when 59 million votes gave Bush a “mandate…” and 56 million others did not. Instead, I’ll print this interesting dream a friend of mine had. I wonder if anyone else (Butt?) has had a comparable dream as of late.

I was in my government class taking an exam and in the middle of the exam my professor said quite clearly to the class, “Please, remember to write your swearing of allegiance to Mr. Bush.” I got this baffled look on my face and the teacher saw it. I raised my hand not but half-way into the air as he ushered himself over to me and inquired what was the matter.
I glanced upward at him and asked in a half-hushed tone, “What the fuck is this all about? “Swearing our allegiance to Mr. Bush”…?” He glanced about the room nervously, drawing my gaze to both the front and rear exit doors to the class in which stood stout men in black clothing, dark sunglasses and were out-fitted with ear-pieces. He leaned close to me and whispered hesitantly, “Please, do not speak in such wa–”. His sentence was unexpectedly cut short as the TV in the far right corner of the class had turned on. He scurried off to his desk as one of the men stationed at the doors made an irritated motion towards him.
My attention was driven from observing both the stout man and my professor as I heard music play from the corner. It was the kind of music you might hear for a victory march, pompous, extravagant and quite over-done. I gasped quietly to myself as I looked up at the TV.
There, on the out-dated screen was an image of the statue of liberty with a wondrous red and orange sunset behind it with President Bushes face very efficiently photoshopped onto the statue. Beside the statue, set very clearly from the warm background in dark blue text were the words, “All hail dictator Bush!”.
“‘Dictator Bush’?” I wondered to myself, “I know he won the election… but–What the hell is going on?” As if to answer my question the screen changed to show Bush in the oval office, nestled comfortably behind his desk with that familiar smug look on his face. My heart started racing, yet my mind was put at ease as I thought “Surely, this is just a joke.”
My creeping securities were shattered, though, as he opened his mouth to say, “Good morning, America! This is your dictator, George ‘Dubya’ Bush…” I stopped listening and shook my head in disbelief as I desperately attempted to convince myself that it was still a joke. Yet, as I was beginning to fool myself into thinking that it was… I saw that this was broadcasting over CNN.
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So, obviously, we can all learn two things from this dream:

1) I’m not the fondest of Bush, though I accept the fact that he was rightfully elected (At least he was ‘Elected’ this time, anyway).
2) Dreams that are induced by having passed out from coming off of a sugar-high are… well… having read about my dream, you should know what I’m saying.

The Future
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AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

A Small Quiz:
We all lose. But I’ll toss a pix capacitor to Butt so that he’ll think he’s won.

This Week:
1: Do YOU have a dream?
2: Will little white girls and little colored girls one day play together?
3: Are you going to get assassinated?

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