Saturday, October 3, 2009

Suicide is painless

OMG! It's been like, 36 hours or so, and nothing from Comrade Osama. I checked, the networks are still operating. What the heck's wrong?

Maybe the Comrade's slumlord cronies in the Windy City are ticked off that they're not going to be able to sell their useless, trash-filled wastelands to some hapless developer to create an "Olympic Village," which later will be repurposed to low-income housing. Something like that? He must be so ashamed.

Or maybe it just never before occurred to the Comrade, who seems to be stalled in adolescence, that you can't always get what you want. What a shocker. And with such overwhelming disillusion, what will he try to dump on citizens next to make us pay for his humiliation? I shudder to think.

Actually, Brazil had the Olympics in the bag. It's a third-world country just developed enough in certain areas to support the games. And personally, I'd love to go to Rio de Janeiro, though I've heard that half the city's population of 20 million or so live in packing crates along dirt streets that double as sewers. Just stay away from those neighborhoods, I guess.

And don't worry, Comrade. After four years of your policies, the USA will be a 12th-rate nation buried under unsustainable debt, with half the population living in army surplus tents and hijacking Chinese aircraft for sacks of rice. Then we'll qualify to host the international games.

On another, not very closely related subject....

Watching a comedy program, actually, where they were talking about some Islamo-terrorist crazy who shoved a bomb up his anus and then went to "visit" some local official or someone. Apparently the bomber's cohorts actually did "dial in" to blow up the bomb. Seems the target escaped unharmed, but they're still scraping the bomber off the insides of the tent.

Someone on the show pointed out that these are the kinds of enemies the USA faces -- same as the jerks who blew up the WTC. So, back to this again: Why has self-destruction gained such glamor in today's society?

I mean, if you want to die, go on ahead. No one's stopping you. But why take other people with you? What the hell is the point? Go ahead, set yourself on fire. We'll make sure to stand by without a fire extinguisher.

And logging in to come this blog, saw a headline about that Sicko what's-his-face? who makes anti-American films? The big fat guy with the nose like a squid's beak? He's got a movie out now that's anti-capitalist. Apparently someone asked him why the hell doesn't he leave the country.

I didn't read his response, but -- Yeah, why not? I think Hugo Chavez would welcome him with open arms. They could wallow in self-pity about how they've been victimized and shat upon by the whole world, how they're just trying to do good by anihilating the entire human race with their half-assed and irrational authortarianism. They're soul-mates.

Why stay here, butthead? Where you're not wanted. Run to the warm heart of some armpit totalitarian nation. And it's all there just waiting for you. You won't even have to work so hard to wreck everyone else's life.

All your dreams come true. It's to die for.

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