New  »   Sunshine Jen  ·  Robot Journal  ·  Post-Modern Drunkard  ·  Poop Beetle  ·  Gator Country

all comments

post #210
bio: jen

first post
that week

Previous Posts
Rocks of Encouragement
Korean Baseball
Video Chat
The New Bath Mat
And It Was All Jello
Not Perfect

Category List
10 Year Anniversary
Around the World and Back Again
Bar Napkin Poetry
Beyond the Dune Sea
Ireland Stuff
Sunshine Jen News Corp (SJNC)
Sunshine Jen Writing Staff
What's In LA

«« past   |   future »»

The Day After

‘I don't participate in polls.' I snarled at the lady with the nametag that read ‘Kathy' on my way into vote yesterday. Kathy had asked if I would participate in her poll.

My snarl was an honest snarl. To me, a true opinion poll is the tally from an election. I only have to give my opinion once, and it counts as one opinion. I believe that's called voting, but I'm not a political expert.

I like voting. I like casting my opinion and knowing I'm doing it anonymously. Sure, you can wear campaign buttons, but you can also choose to be quiet in the political forum while knowing your voice will be heard in the process of government. I can talk about whom I voted for, but I don't have to. Woohoo! This is so fuckin' great.

Meanwhile, the Bill Clinton robot called me again yesterday. I'm worried that the Bill Clinton robot might be stalking me. This time, he left a message on my voice mail.

When I spoke with a friend about the Bill Clinton robot, he said he had gotten calls from not only the Bill Clinton robot but robot versions of Michael Douglas, Barbara Boxer, and Al Gore as well.

I don't mind having all these famous robots call me. It's better than getting some 20 year old idealistic poli sci major reading from a script. It's hard to hang up on kids with dreams.

Finally, Donald Rumsfeld resigned this morning as Secretary of Defense. He can't leave without getting a musical theatre number, so ladies and gentlemen, the Sunshine Jen Club is pleased to bring you (to the tune of ‘Hello Dolly') ‘Goodbye Rummy!'

We say goodbye, Rummy. . .well, goodbye Rummy
It's so nice to send you back, to have you gone.
You're lookin old, Rummy. . .oh so cold, Rummy
You're still quivering. . .you're still sniveling. . .now go mow your lawn
The pentagon's swaying. . .the youtube's playing
All your magic moments way back when
So. . .take his pass fellas. . .kick out his civi ass fellas
Rummy don't you come on back again.

«« past   |   future »»