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Okay, self, take a deep cleansing breath and remember: Canada is only three hours away. I can go there any time I want. I can hop a bus, get off in the first town with a hotel, and go about finding out if, as a Democrat, I qualify for asylum.
It's going to take a miracle for me to ever not hate this country again. How is it that I live somewhere where the president can even get away with suggesting a Consitutional amendment designed to restrict the rights of a majority? Sure, the odds against its actually happening are ones that I'm comfortable with, and free speech and all that, but do I really live in a country where the President thinks that saying such a thing is good? How sickening.
On the other hand, the king of Cambodia is my friend.
In other news, y'all should see Matchstick Men. 'Fraid I can't say why. It'll spoil it. Even saying that is saying too much. Just have faith in me and see it, 'cos it's marvelous.
Also, Scrubs was mean last night. I was so heartbroken and mad at the end I threw a book at the TV. Then I flicked over to Queer Eye, injured myself (almost) forcing open this long-untouched bottle of peppermint schnapps, and overestimated its strength and my capacity. It was fun. Except peppermint schnapps is nasty, and I wish I could have risked breaking into the rum or the whiskey, but they were almost empty and I'm not sure yet on how comfortable my dad is with the idea of me and hard liquor. He won't notice the schnapps, though.
In conclusion, I'm awful disappointed with what I've heard about the violence in The Passion of the Christ. I wanted to see it, figuring that it would either be beautiful art or pretentious trash (and betting on the latter), but I don't think I can stomach sustained blood and torture. Oh, well.
It's going to take a miracle for me to ever not hate this country again. How is it that I live somewhere where the president can even get away with suggesting a Consitutional amendment designed to restrict the rights of a majority? Sure, the odds against its actually happening are ones that I'm comfortable with, and free speech and all that, but do I really live in a country where the President thinks that saying such a thing is good? How sickening.
On the other hand, the king of Cambodia is my friend.
In other news, y'all should see Matchstick Men. 'Fraid I can't say why. It'll spoil it. Even saying that is saying too much. Just have faith in me and see it, 'cos it's marvelous.
Also, Scrubs was mean last night. I was so heartbroken and mad at the end I threw a book at the TV. Then I flicked over to Queer Eye, injured myself (almost) forcing open this long-untouched bottle of peppermint schnapps, and overestimated its strength and my capacity. It was fun. Except peppermint schnapps is nasty, and I wish I could have risked breaking into the rum or the whiskey, but they were almost empty and I'm not sure yet on how comfortable my dad is with the idea of me and hard liquor. He won't notice the schnapps, though.
In conclusion, I'm awful disappointed with what I've heard about the violence in The Passion of the Christ. I wanted to see it, figuring that it would either be beautiful art or pretentious trash (and betting on the latter), but I don't think I can stomach sustained blood and torture. Oh, well.
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If Bush does get re-elected, I'll make it a point to stay out of the United States until 2009.
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