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I've said this elsewhere on the interwebz, but the fact remains, I will cast my vote for the resurrected ghost of Aileen Wuornos if she campaigns as a republican.
It just seems natural to follow the same voting policy that my ideological opponents use. Did 81 million votes REALLY tally up on the Lesko Brandon side of the scoreboard because he was objectively positioned as a net positive for our nation?
Or did a bunch of votes get counted because the "establishment" was willing to put ANYONE other than Trump back in the White House.
2020 proved that "voting for a letter" is clearly a winning strategy. The 2020 election was a Sesame Street Campaign - brought to us by the letter "D" and the number "81"
Futility - I get it.
I also wipe my ass when I shit. I know it's futile - I'm just going to shit again so why bother - but I still play along with the game of buying shit tickets just so I can flush those mother fuckers down the toilet.
Over time, it really is a fucking waste of money - and some would even say wasting all that paper is bad for the environment.
Its the game I play though. Maybe the turd is solid. It's firm, it's well formed, it doesn't cause any stress, and it doesn't even really leave any marks on the paper.
...and it flushes right down without issue when its time to go.
Hell, I could probably skip the paper and get on with my day without much hassle.
Then there are those days when things just don't work out. Too much hot sauce on the breakfast burrito; then there's that "retirement-lunch" at the Thai restaurant for an old friend; then I end the day with pepperoni pizza for dinner...
...toss in a couple beers and suddenly, I've got explosive diarrhea.
...but wait, if I dont wipe my ass after this one, I'm going to ruin my fucking 90 dollar pair of khaki Ridge Pants from 5.11 Tactical - PLUS, I'm going to spend the next few hours walking like a god damned penguin until things down there dry out.
Not to mention that the toilet bowl is fucking WRECKED because of all the crap i've been stuffing in my face all day. My wife is pissed off at me because not only did I leave the bathroom looking like a warzone, I've got shit in my drawers, and my credit card is overdrawn because I keep buying these damn 90 dollar khaki pants to replace the ones I keep shitting up.
...and I smell like Desitin Diaper Rash Cream all the time because I'm married to the idea that wiping my ass is futile.
Or I could just hold my fucking nose and vote for the cocksucker that is least likely to make my life any harder than it already it.
My methods may be archaic and crass - but its the only way I can maintain my sanity in such a backwards moving society.
Your mileage may vary, batteries not included, no warranties, expressed or implied.
It just seems natural to follow the same voting policy that my ideological opponents use. Did 81 million votes REALLY tally up on the Lesko Brandon side of the scoreboard because he was objectively positioned as a net positive for our nation?
Or did a bunch of votes get counted because the "establishment" was willing to put ANYONE other than Trump back in the White House.
2020 proved that "voting for a letter" is clearly a winning strategy. The 2020 election was a Sesame Street Campaign - brought to us by the letter "D" and the number "81"
Futility - I get it.
I also wipe my ass when I shit. I know it's futile - I'm just going to shit again so why bother - but I still play along with the game of buying shit tickets just so I can flush those mother fuckers down the toilet.
Over time, it really is a fucking waste of money - and some would even say wasting all that paper is bad for the environment.
Its the game I play though. Maybe the turd is solid. It's firm, it's well formed, it doesn't cause any stress, and it doesn't even really leave any marks on the paper.
...and it flushes right down without issue when its time to go.
Hell, I could probably skip the paper and get on with my day without much hassle.
Then there are those days when things just don't work out. Too much hot sauce on the breakfast burrito; then there's that "retirement-lunch" at the Thai restaurant for an old friend; then I end the day with pepperoni pizza for dinner...
...toss in a couple beers and suddenly, I've got explosive diarrhea.
...but wait, if I dont wipe my ass after this one, I'm going to ruin my fucking 90 dollar pair of khaki Ridge Pants from 5.11 Tactical - PLUS, I'm going to spend the next few hours walking like a god damned penguin until things down there dry out.
Not to mention that the toilet bowl is fucking WRECKED because of all the crap i've been stuffing in my face all day. My wife is pissed off at me because not only did I leave the bathroom looking like a warzone, I've got shit in my drawers, and my credit card is overdrawn because I keep buying these damn 90 dollar khaki pants to replace the ones I keep shitting up.
...and I smell like Desitin Diaper Rash Cream all the time because I'm married to the idea that wiping my ass is futile.
Or I could just hold my fucking nose and vote for the cocksucker that is least likely to make my life any harder than it already it.
My methods may be archaic and crass - but its the only way I can maintain my sanity in such a backwards moving society.
Your mileage may vary, batteries not included, no warranties, expressed or implied.