If nothing else, this election season has taught me one absolute truth: always take Sarah Palin’s advice.  So when it came to casting my vote today, what did I do?  Doggon’ it, I got all mavericky in that booth.  I voted for myself! Read more »

     Do you remember, as a child, waking up from a terrifying nightmare in a cold sweat, unsure where you were and whether what you just experienced was actually real?  That feeling of utter terror, utter uncertainty… afraid of what might happen next.

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     In case you haven’t heard, there’s a town hall meeting tonight (if you can call Nashville a town, and Belmont a hall), and it’s kind of a big deal.  Barack Obama, riding his well-said-surfboard on a wave of populist support, fights John McCain, the dilapidated maverick being nudged towards the horizon by pundits and polls alike, in tonight’s rabble-royal.  Unfortunately, unless Johnny Boy drinks a Red Bull and brings some passion to the stage, or Obama doesn’t acts so damn presidential and hits us with some Barack-n-Roll, we’re in for a snoozer.

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If you read my last post, you’ll know that I deemed Hillary Clinton “too pretty for the top job.” Assume for a moment that this wasn’t entirely sarcastic (assume that under all of her makeup, Hillary Clinton does not, in fact, resemble a swamp donkey) and humor my basic point: no one wants to defend their vote for President to their wife on the basis of it being “not entirely based on the candidate’s perfectly slender cheek bones.” Read more »

Prepare for a truth bomb.

I was disappointed with the Democratic National Convention. Weren’t you? Sure, it’s always fun to see Middle America wear funny hats and look legitimately crazy on national television, but it was all too stale. Read more »