You know … the thing about a blog is I can pretty much say whatever I want to here and I don’t ever have to listen to any other opinion other than my own. Sure, there is the comments thing - which is a place for Tiffy to say hello, give me quick reminders and funny anecdotes, rant a little and rave a lot, etc, but mostly I find it’s a haven, a sort of opium den for the fuckin terrorists that really DO affect my way of life and we actually CAN do something about but no one really cares about the poor bloggers: SPAM. I would post all the spam I get in a day for your enjoyment but then I’d just get more spam because the spy agents are hiding in my computer like Tom did in mission impossible, you know, from the damn ceiling and shit, ready to descend upon my blog at any mention of erectile dysfunction, drug references, or any mention of horses which apparently is some damn key word in the spam community for bestiality. Seriously - it sucks to high heaven. This paragraph alone has set me up for at least 100 spam messages that will have to be deleted immediately followed by a exorcism by a Priest and an eye wash from all the incredible smut I’ve ingested through my optic disc. I kid you not. But I digress - A LOT. What I meant to say was that my comments can be easily deleted so I don’t even have to entertain another point of view in my comment section, either. This blog, simply put, is not a democracy. It is the Kingdom CeCe and what I say goes with out argument. It’s high time I realized that, huh?

I’m sort of kidding.

But I would like to talk about the debate. Yeah. I’m going to talk about politics. I’m also going to allow for comments and I’ll actually post them with out editing them into something permissible in the Kingdom CeCe which is, you should be aware of, extremely Democratic in a Aristocratic type of way. Adjusts her crown. So then. Let’s begin.

I learned a lot of things today in the debate thanks to my good friend Sarah (Can I call you Sarah?)- Madam Librarian. I got schooled on the first Article and that she’d really like to change the constitution because according to her, she needs more responsibility heaped onto her shoulders. Perhaps in an attempt to get to know what exactly the President’s job is and to get some “hands on” experience. She and Dick can get together and rewrite the constitution, specifically the 1st article, and then while they are in there searching around for things to improve upon, they can write up some stuff defining the good ole constitution of marriage because we all know people in Washington have the knowledge to define that institution much better than any of us ever could. Oh - and the church can do that, too… right after they define healthy sexuality.

I learned that per Sarah - if you vote for something on the Senate floor and your name is Biden or Obama - you’re “fake” and are out of touch with the American People and are just voting across party lines or according to your party for no other apparently good reason. But if you’re McCain and you vote against something that may make you look like an asshole - or FOR something that may make you look like an even bigger asshole, it’s because HE knows something that the American people do not know - namely the rest of the f’n bill/piece of legislature, like, for example, “deadlines” and “hidden messages” of what the bill was REALLY going to accomplish if passed. So yeah - apparently only McCain can vote against something for good reason and be respected for that while the good ole Demo’s voting records are just (pardon the pun) black and white.

I learned that per Sarah - being a part of a family that is “diverse” is just as good as, I don’t know, visiting another country, speaking to your contingents, and um - knowing what is contained in the first Article.

I learned that per Sarah looking back and pointing fingers gets you nowhere, unless of course you’re looking back and pointing fingers and bringing up the voting records of your opponents. Gotcha.

I learned that per Sarah - a debate means avoiding every g.d. question thrown at you and discussing in some vacant pageant way everything that makes you … well, you. And God Bless You, Sarah P. *wink* *smile* *nod* *adjusts crown*

I learned that there are a lot of people who buy this woman’s … spiel…and that they are growing in number apparently, no matter how much she f’s up. But ya know what? I’m not fooled, Madam Librarian Soccer Mom. But I love your glasses.

I will seriously up and move to Canada if the majority of the country I have called “home” votes this woman in. That is how much I despise and hate her. Not even Tina Fey’s accurate description and mockery of her can keep me here…and I love me some Tina Fey! I know it’s not “nice” to hate anyone…and I realize that despise is a strong word, my only regret is that there isn’t a word that is stronger because I would use it. I am seriously up and moving to Canada. And that is saying a lot, because I have been to Canada. I lived 45 minutes from Canada’s border, and I spent a good 3-4 days in Canada and lived to tell about it. Canadians are special people, but I would learn to adapt. I would even learn French, and then wait a lifetime for the Dr. I could finally afford under their Universal Health plan. I would learn to love bacon on my pizza, and the funny thin quarters that get mixed up with Chucky Cheese tokens. I would ride around in the funny buses, eat a lot of maple syrup, and learn to say ‘eh after everything I said. It would be an adjustment, but I wouldn’t have to fear every heartbeat of McCain’s that would bring Sarah P. closer to running the country. Of course she feels that government should just get out of the way - so maybe she would just sleep at the white house and do nothing while the people took back power and ran themselves.

Oh - and I also learned that if you spread press about how horrible Sarah is at debating, and how a victory will be if she doesn’t fuck up too bad, while spreading rumors at the same time about how wonderful Biden is at the art of debate - you can pretty much secure a win for Sarah, even if she stares blankly at the camera and drools, while assuring that unless Biden mops the floor up with her ass he is just mediocre at best. I haven’t seen so much spinning since that one time in Michael Mahoney’s basement with the bottle and half of my Jr. High School Classmates.

I won’t mention politics on my blog again. I might have committed NF suicide by speaking out so passionately against a particular party, but let me just state for the record it’s so not even Party lines right now. I didn’t particularly go for the Billary team. I actually was heard saying I would rather vote for McCain than her…but ya know what? I would have changed my vote the minute I ‘met’ Sarah and voted for Billary - and I really did not like her AT ALL. I love that lady right about now. She and Bill would have made a lovely team. Kinda like the old days.

I’m done. Forgive me. Just blame it on my being young, unless you agree with me, and then call me and tell me how brilliant I am. Or hell, just spin it in whatever way suits your best interest. We all should be really good at that after this election.