Yes, we did. Now fuck off.
Irradiated by Stingray
I just voted and nothing you can say will make me feel any better, so just fuck off. I voted for assholes, and if you voted, so did you, and I’m so completely sick of the goddamn media orgasm over this non-decision over which way we get fucked for the next few years, I’m about up to spreading the mayo on my sandwich to take up in the clock tower for the afternoon, so here’s the deal:
We’ll find out tomorrow which asshole we’re stuck with. If you’ve been one of those poll-sniffing borderline gambling addicts, you are formally instructed to fuck right the fuck off. This goes for friends, too. If you’re naive enough to be wound up and excited for the outcome, I will flat out tell you to fuck off, and end the conversation right there. God help you if you’re some excitable dumb fuck working a phone bank calling to ask which asshole I voted for.
With regards to politics, for the next 48 hours you can either bring me whiskey, or fuck off.
November 6th, 2012 at 10:17 pm
How shall we fuck off, O Lord?
I didn’t vote for anybody, but I did get to vote against an excuse-making little twerp. Felt good. I’m taking my pleasures where I find them.
November 6th, 2012 at 10:30 pm
I think that sums up my feelings on the matter too….
November 6th, 2012 at 11:27 pm
Sums up all my feelings on the subject. At least I got to vote on some statewide issues that actually matter to me and weren’t a sure thing.
November 7th, 2012 at 4:20 am
Yeah, I had my mix of depressed dread on the national scale (there is no result that will make me happy or even relieved), and good cheer on the local scale. I have a good community and a terrifying nation.
November 7th, 2012 at 6:23 am
Whereas my reaction was discovering that the alternative to someone LR said “Don’t vote for” when I farmed out the research on account of busy was someone I punched out once.
Fuck this year.
November 7th, 2012 at 3:38 pm
This made me laugh. I had a goal of getting drunk last night, but failed after just a couple of Paulaner at the German joint. [Side track, Old NFO talked to someone whose dad he knows. No shit.] Must upgrade to whiskey, I think.
I didn’t like any of the options, anyway. Meh.
November 7th, 2012 at 4:42 pm
My Ballot never showed up. Go Army. Fuck me, right!?
November 7th, 2012 at 6:08 pm
I’m not sure Johnson’s an asshole…
At least, as politicians go.
November 7th, 2012 at 8:36 pm
How are you on bourbon?
And what kind?
November 7th, 2012 at 10:32 pm
AMEN!
And we can’t even fucking vote yet. We won’t qualify for US citizenship until *next* year. So we’re not registered with any party. Which means double the mailings, double the phone calls, and double the poll attempts since we’re “clearly” undecided…
November 8th, 2012 at 1:31 am
I made it to 1627 hrs this afternoon without finding out which form the Destructor had taken for the next four years, until some asshole who I’d already asked not to decided it would be fun to tell me anyway. Jackass.
November 8th, 2012 at 4:39 am
Seems to me that elections need more “fuck”s said and fewer fucks given. And more whiskey, but that’s tautological.
November 9th, 2012 at 12:29 am
Scotch, single malt. If we’re going to go out, might as well be in style.