VIII. Super Soundoff

First, although it is a bit late, I just want to mention that I am elated by the result of Sunday's championship game. I'm not a fan of the New York Giants, but I was rooting for them all the way to beat the lousy, no good Pats*. The crushed expressions on the faces of that self-satisfied, entitled bunch said it all. It is interesting to observe the media coverage in the aftermath, considering that before late Sunday night it had basically amounted to incessant, season-long fellatio performed upon "destiny's team" and it's vaunted master, Bill Belichump. America surely caught a glimpse of reality as that sorry, smug, pompous, stinking, cheating motherfucker slithered off the field before the game had even ended. (Oh, did I mention that there's swearing in this journal? Well, now I have.) So, a toast to the Gints--you've saved America from seven more months of Pats* ass-kissing hell.

Speaking of hell, another "super" event has passed this week--the so-called Super Tuesday primary election extravaganza in the United States. This was arranged ostensibly to give more states a say over who will ultimately be nominated for President by each wing of our Big Money Party. So far nothing has been decided on the "D" side, but on the "R" side John McCain is well ahead and is most likely to become the nominee. Meanwhile, I couldn't care less. "Super Tuesday" revealed nothing that wasn't already known before polls opened that morning. It has been obvious for weeks that McCain is the strongest Republican candidate, and that the Democratic race between Clinton and Obama was exceptionally tight.

In the end, though, it will hardly matter who wins the nomination or even the general election. Both the Democratic and Republican "parties" essentially amount to mere cosmetic appellations. Both groups contain individuals who carry a wide range of views. There is, however, one thing that unites them--they're wedded to big, powerful, moneyed interests. They only represent the general public in the sense that they are selected from a ballot submitted by a particular geographical grouping of people. When it comes to sticking up for the little guy versus sucking up to "the man," "the man" will win nearly every time. By the time this process is over, the candidates will not even resemble their supposed demographic bases. President Barack Obama will not represent black issues, any more than President Hillary Clinton will represent women's concerns or President John McCain those of people serving in the military. By Inauguration Day, they will have been fully converted to the gospel of big bucks and unspeakable power.

So, I am officially disenchanted with all of this--all I can do is to try as best I can to ignore the nine months of bullshit that are about to follow, and to actually muster up the enthusiasm to vote in the general election. Admittedly, it will be an uphill battle in the midst of this pointless system. George Carlin's take on American elections is quite right--you'll probably get more utility out of staying home and beating off.