Courtney Love for President

It's the future, people, but don't be scared. It's what we always wanted.
*Megafast shit, like computers and McDonalds/Sheetz/Starbucks coffee that comes out exactly
like you dreamed it would taste.
*Laptops are shrinking. They're going to be the size of phones.
*The iPhone is growing. It's going to be the size of a laptop.

All kinds of kooky shit. We're realizing what kind of sci-fi movie our future is based on and, unfortunately, we're not in Star Trek or The Fifth Element. It's more like Blade Runner over here... or the Running Man. Dystopic shit, like omnipotent predator cops and increased government surveillance Wiretaps, a heavily manipulated and spun holy war. Fifteen minutes of fame chopped down to fifteen seconds. The all star villains of dystopic film hopping out of our screens and into positions of power.

Things are getting scary... as Hillary Clinton appears to be our last best hope for this election. We're doomed to another 12 year cycle, as Hunter S. Thompson so eloquently put it, of Republican presidents. It's like in the 90s, when Courtney Love won 15 minutes of dreary fame over Cobain's suicide. We felt our nihilism slipping away with disgust, we watched as Soundgarden and Alice in Chains slowly dwindled and split. Of the scene few survive now. Pearl Jam is the only surviving giant of that sweet, sweet movement... and they only survived because they evolved.

E V O L U T I O N

Now Bill Clinton, who I will argue was a damn fine president, is relegated to cheerleader status for his strange and smug wife, the Senator from "New York."

She's as much a New Yorker as Bush is a Texan. Give me a fucking break.

Anyone who has read their histories knows that political parties, like anything, have lifespans. The two dominant parties in our nation have outlived their usefulness. The Republicans (as we know them) are the ten thousand pound elephant in the room, with a smattering of nervous Democrats profusely apologizing to everything in sight. The Democrats know they're cornered and are screaming "uncle" as loudly as possible. They've been reading the Art of War, but they've been reading it upside down. The champions chosen from the ranks are the frailest soldiers, the pretenders.

I don't know enough about Obama, but I do know that he's no Kucinich. Now THAT bastard has balls. He's doomed, though. The curse of Nader hangs on his soul, drawing somehow Perot level disrespect. He's the third-party Democrat, doomed in a football obsessed society.

What does football have to do with anything? Well, it's a contest for supremacy between two polarizing powers. The magical number two is entrenched, forever established, to where a third party candidate can only be fodder for late night TV jokes or accused of "losing the election" for down and outers on November 8th. This is a shame for Kucinich, because he's the purveyor of some damn fine ideas.

He will fail. People like sitcoms and crime dramas, people like soap operas and the gibberish hysteria of reality TV. He's too damn smart. People get too envious when they see him. He's progressive, his wife is a hot redhead half his age. He's a non-traditional politician with a Jimmy Carter peace stripe five miles wide. People hate their betters and will not bring them to power, they will only bring the contemptible to power except in rare and freakish times.

Wait, that doesn't gel either. These are rare and freakish times! The African subcontinent is eating itself alive like a boa constrictor on acid, World War 4 is building over in Pakistan (WW3 was Korea, Viet Nam, Cambodia, et cetera. Do the research, all the properties are present. -HS), our stores are full of poison (product recalls on toxic foods and toys), and our weather patterns have gone fuck crazy from global warming. I mean, holy shit, the tropics have moved! This does not mean bikinis in December... this means drier weather. The big drought in NC is a sign of things to come.

Is there some kind of James Bond villain at work... some weirdo with a metal skull living in a hollowed out volcano?

No... there is not. This is the industrial revolution at work.

R E V O L U T I O N

Humans are an active species, so I won't go screaming the Big Hate right now. We interact with our environment, it's what we do. The trouble right now is that we're interacting globally and don't yet have a comprehensive understanding of our planet on that scale, or even what that scale means. We're not going to stop using petroleum, we're not going to stop building condominiums twenty feet from the breakers.

The worst that will happen is that we won't be able to live here. The planet will kick us out and make room for the next evolution. We're used to being here, we like it here, so we need to work on how to maintain our quality of life without causing further change to our preferred ecosphere.

Keyword: change. Not damage, change. A warmer planet with different weather patterns will benefit certain forms of life.

So that's it. It's very simple. We work out a way to maintain our rampant consumption of natural resources while being responsible tenants in our preferred ecosystem. You know, be the guy who never takes a beer from the fridge without putting one back.

We're probably fucked.

Apocalyptically yours...

-HS