Boobs, Angelina Jolie, Young Japanese Girls

The Long Sunset received more hits than it has ever garnered with my last Palin post. And not just by a small margin, but literally nine times as many new hits as I’ve ever gotten before in a single post. At first I thought, finally, a little recognition for my political and societal ramblings. Then I realized, it was simply because I’d included the word vagina in my headline.

Sigh.

But I’d still like to thank the hoard of 35-year old Event Horizon fans who flooded my site hoping for pictures of Sarah Palin's worn out vagina. You’ve been a boon to my friend in the Teak Chair business (check the bottom of the page). So from now on my headlines will reflect what I think my target audience is searching for. And by that I mean, tricking people who are looking for porn into finding my site (I’ve already fallen for it 5 times).

Anyway, we have 15 days left. Unreal. This election season has seemed like some strange star that’s been in the northern sky your entire life. After one blood filled night it will be gone, and I’m not sure what I’ll do with myself.

I hope though, that the veins run with blue blood.

As the cold fronts finally arrive, the McCain campaign is trying every angle they have left. Last week was Obama The Terrorist week, this week is the Obama Voters are Un-American week, and next week I’m sure they’ll call Obama a Nazi-sympathizer. They’re running out of weeks. I’m waiting for the photo-shopped picture of Bam giving O.J. Simpson a reach around.

You know McCain has had one drawn up. He’s an unexceptional man.

But this is a symbolically critical election. And all elections at this point are more symbolism than anything else. Moreso in its own way, perhaps, than any election that has come before it in modern times. It’s a battle not only for reality, but for progress. Racial, political, ideological, and American progress. And if we lose here, it may be remembered as the day that sanity finally gave up.