Hombres:
I am seriously drowning in guilt over being a horrible friend. I have not been communicating. I’m missing phone calls and letting emails go too long. This week. Pinky swear! Yessss! So tonight I finally got to see Fahrenheit 9/11. It was really hard to watch some of that stuff. Like, really hard. Also, I’m convinced W is not actually the evil monster we like to consider him. He’s just too fucking dumb to be calculating. Look at those blank, beady eyes; that brain’s totally devoid of anything but golf and his next blowjob. He’s a puppet. He’s the kinda guy who’s OK with failing over and over again, who thinks mountains of cash will be enough to cover a complete lack of taste or discretion, and who’s perfectly fine with letting all those soldiers and civilians die to ensure we’ve got plenty of gas to get our Hummers to and from Wal-Mart at least twice a week. I want to know when ‘freedom’ started to mean ‘complete lack of control over corporate exploitation’. That was Reagan, right? Why’s he being honored, exactly? That’s more than enough for tonight. I need me some sleep for once. Jenni