By thePatrick
So, the long awaited day of your deliverance has finally come. And, the long awaited day of my blogging about politics has come, as well. Finally. But, I promise to make it short. I only have a few things.
1: I rather enjoyed the inauguration. Why? Because I watched it by streaming it online from the New York Times. Who were the talking heads for the New York Times? Nobody. That's right. So, I got to sit there and listen to the opening prayer (divisive) the Obama's Inaugural Address (well spoken), the fancy poem (aren't poems supposed to rhyme) and the benediction (rad-tastic. Also, rhymed more than the poem) and I did all this without hearing somebody tell me what I should think about it. Pundits are dumb.
B: It gets me upset (I won't use angry because I have yet to want to strangle someone with a paper towel) when I hear that people say that they want Obama to fail. You do realize that, whether you voted for him or not, he is the President now, right? If he fails, then we're still going to have him be the president for the next 4 years. If he fails, America fails, and last I checked, we live in America, right? So, whether or not you agree with him, you shouldn't want his policies to send America further down the crapper than it already is.
And Last: For my politically minded friends (I'm looking at you Co-G, or Co-C, or Chris, or whatever you're going by now), you should check out
http://www.politifact.com/truth-o-meter/promises/. They took account for about 600 campaign promises made by Obama during the election. And they are going to keep it updated on how many he actually keeps, fails to keep, and has to compromise on. Every one of them has description with exactly how he kept the promise or didn't. It's actually pretty rad.
On a completely different note, I'm going to buy a new hoodie. Reggie is starting to fall apart, so I guess it's time.
By thePatrick
If you know me, you know that I love Stephen Colbert. Which makes me love this. Watch the whole thing. Trust me, it's worth the the four minutes of your life.
By thePatrick
I am lazy. Not "needs to be moved around by a forklift" lazy, but "why work harder when you can work smarter" lazy. So, I've decided to look back at last year and forward to this year all with one awesome post. Because I can. And because you'll read it. Also, I'm going to take a page out of the book written by my good friend Leigh and condense this year. You know, for easier reading and whatnot. So, here it goes...
January: "Wow, it's cold in here. Good thing my dad can fix a furnace."
February: "We'll just do Valentine's Day later, because we both get to work."
March: "Hooray for petting dolphins!"
April: "BenFoldsBenFoldsBenFoldsBenFoldsBenFoldsBenFoldsBenFolds!"
May: "Oh look, you're feet are swelling. Isn't that cool?"
June: "Goodbye anniversary, hello baby!"
July: "What do you mean, 'you don't care if Lewis and Clark would have done it?'"
August: "I may have accidentally hit him in the head with my elbow when I was turning around, but I promise it wasn't intentional, Mr. Security Guard, sir."
September: "It's okay, V.A. I didn't really want the G.I. Bill anyway."
October: "Columbus was a jerk."
November: "Let's stay up really late and write a lot of papers about Slaves and Plato and Civil Rights and stuff."
December: "$70 for a booting fee? In our own lot? While there for 45 minutes? Do you even have a soul?"
And now for a look at 2009. I resolve to do a lot of the same crap I did this year. Why? Because I'm pretty rad. However, there are some thing that I want to accomplish. I will still love my wife and little girl. I will spend even more time with them. I will graduate in December. I will pass the GRE during the summer. I will play Wal-Mart bingo. I will blog more, since people seem to enjoy it. I will focus more on the now then on the later.
Enough already. We'll call that good. It's my list, anyway.
So, the long awaited day of your deliverance has finally come. And, the long awaited day of my blogging about politics has come, as well. Finally. But, I promise to make it short. I only have a few things.
