Sunday, November 12, 2006

well, with the elections past us now its time to think. while i could sit and bemoan the outcome; id rather fill the space with something else. im not really sad that republicans lost control of congress. im frustrated about it. im disgusted that they will probably elect nancy pelosi as speaker of the house. but im not sad. it was coming. but its never a joyous thing to see. much like winston churchill and party before them, republicans had to know that the key to a job well done is a swift boot out of office once the need seemingly wears off. and see, thats why im not sad. no, its not that i feel republicans have done everything perfectly, when it comes to the defense of america, but i know deep down, democrats could never have fullfilled was was completed by this party. that and the slight that is being trounced in election has the sharp sting of "we'll be back", especially knowing this world. a party with strong convictions, and with the desire to do right and defend american principles, knowing they will be spit upon by the media in the few short years to come, is a job that is unenviable, but undeniable. but i cant say i care that much for what the administration has continued to be. Rush Limbaugh says he feels 'liberated' now that its come and gone [the elections]. Sean Hannity tells 'that let our hearts not despair', during these days. Pat Buchanan sees the change as necessary. And Newt, himself, calls this a time for great opportunity. While the popular commentators might spread the news about how this could be a positive; notice... I really only ally with my true idol. Pat has always struck a chord with me. This is, indeed, a necessary change. Its part of the system. So I'm not sad. But I'm not excited either.

What was more troubling than that, was the amount of people NOT voting. Informally, it was about 2 / 10 that I talked with at work, who WERE voting. That is counting myself, of course. Several expressed interest in not even caring about elections. Two protested about not even having registered to vote. One thought it was some sort of misguided political statement, that he'd never once voted in his life. I was mortified. But then again, thats the type of distinction that is drawn between me, and all of you. Clearly, I'm not inteded to live in this generation. I dont act like my peers. I share no resemblance to their desires in my own life. I cant fathom the idiocy that is their "politcal" nature. It runs deeper than just skin deep. Even my own brother, wont register to vote. I reminded him, that even though you dont have to serve in war, you submitted Selective Service paperwork; so even if you dont vote, at least register. Nope. And, thats something I presume thats common now. That was something that made this election sad, in a way, to me. The sheer number of people in my age group, that just wont vote, and refuse to register, or in any way, familiarize themselves with the methods of the country they live in.

I wish I really had more to say about it. But its over. The elections are past us now. Let America bloat herself on socialist reforms, political favors, and expansive government agendas that she voted for. But just dont swear at me... "Speaker Pelosi" should be stripped of the lexicon.


Other than all that. Not alot else going on. Thursday and Friday I fly up to the M's home office in Eau Claire. Aside from what everyone else tells me, I'm looking forward to it. I'd like to see the 'compound' that this company owns. I'm looking forward to seeing how they view this whole arm of yearly training, compared to everyone on the ground that I work with. That, and I get to fly on a company jet. I've never flown before. Even though we are only airborne for about 40 minutes, I'm still excited about the ride in the first place. While the 19 hours of hell training, locked into the compound, doesn't excite me; I'm still looking forward to it. Maybe after this, I'll have a better idea if I'm going to stick around or not. But so far, its treating me better than copier sales. I have more money. No more wet and frozen toes. No worn out shoes. No bitching boss. Just banjo music, nascar, and a lack of teeth to deal with.