If you don’t vote for the Democrats, we’re all going to die die die die die.

That’s what I keep hearing for the die hard cultists loyalists. If I don’t suck it up and vote for people who hate me and who I hate, then other people who hate me and who I hate will make bad things happen.

But you know, we played that game before and George Bush 2 won anyways. And then won re-election. And yeah it sucked, but 2 years into a Democratic administration running all three fucking branches (okay, 2.5 since we’re not in the majority on the supreme court) and I don’t see any improvement. We’re still at war. We’re growing poorer by the day. Medicine is still to expensive and rent is still too damn high.

And I’ve got to wonder what exactly the Democrats need. It is seriously starting to sound like the only way they can be assed to govern under the platform they were elected for is if we have a one-party state. Anything else is a compromise our elected officials aren’t willing to make. Which is funny, cause they’ll compromise pretty much anything else, including the lives, health and safety of those who are their citizens.

But here’s the thing, it is not the job of the citizenry to compromise their ideals to fit the desires of the politicians. It is not our job to compromise our ideals. I should just type that 15 more times till it sinks in. It is not our job to compromise our ideals. And until we stop compromising with the corrupt powers that be, we will NEVER get the government we need, though we are getting the government we deserve for now. It is our job to push, pull and drag the powers that be into the future and allowing those powers to stifle our demands for more equality, more freedom, more fairness keeps us from ever realizing those goals.

I don’t care what crappy thing the republicans have done now. It won’t make a damn bit of difference when it comes to how well our country is being governed. The elites will rotate, and everytime the circle spins the democrats get closer to the central corp

Ever since I stopped believing in Democracy Theater, I no longer have any interest in discussing the minutia of politics with the so called “high information” voters. You know who they are.

I can’t stand to have the talking heads on the teevee screaming in the background. I don’t care what new scandal has happened. I really don’t have the patience to listen to the new latest evil thing the republicans have done now.

But the party loyalists, the high information voters (really, cable news =/= actual news) get livid when, in an attempt to get out away from whatever current hard sell spiel their delivering, I tell them I don’t believe in voting anymore. And if they don’t get livid, then they get this look on their face like I just kicked their dog and told them Santa isn’t real.

I guess I should do a whole post on Democracy Theater. But in the mean time, have any of you all experienced the kicked puppy/ santa is dead reaction? It makes me really unwilling to discuss politics anywhere outside the safe places of bloglandia, not so much because of the screamers, but because I don’t think people should be forced to see this until they are ready to see this. When they are ready they go seeking it out all on their own, no indoctrination required. And no kicked puppy faces.

Or what a difference a day makes.

So after a year of anti-social exile it’s amazing how fast things go back to not horrid. As soon as the plane landed my phone was full of “where are you, are you here yet” text messages. I didn’t even leave the airport before I saw the first of many long lost friends (Hi C! You are my cat-loving freaking hero!)

So today it was brunch and drinks and crafty art projects and dinner and movies and wine and fun and laughing and people who I love and like and OMG I used to be a super social fucking party girl. And I’m still charming and fun, even if I’m a wee bit older.

It is rad and the title of this post comes from what was supposed to be an hour long brunch turned into 3 and half hours plus a waitress demonstrating bad ballet moves.

It is good to be home, and urban, and social and safe. Most importantly, safe.

Thank you bloglandia. You did this.

and am seriously dreading the possible Southwest fat tax. We’re so fucked if I have to buy another seat.

So think positive happy thoughts for us.

I leave you alone for a minute and you veer off into the soft fancy acoustic guitar crap the 70s. Do not want.

ETA If you’re gonna play weird acoustic shit, Starfuckers is the way to go.

Or however you spell that. Flight booked. Cab driver found who will hual us anywhere for less than the shuttle guys. It’s all good.

Now Lizzie must take some deep breaths and chill the fuck out. And then pack like a mad woman.

southwest’s site is down and it’s the only way to book the cheap seats.

why can’t i put a crying emoticon in my blog posts. Oh yeah. Because this ain’t live journal.

Hey Salon. Hey NY Times. How about instead of the hand wringing about how different the poor are from everyone else, you ask one.

Or two. Or 20.

But for fucks sake stop using your assy Regan stereotypes to show the difference. I’m fucking poor as dirt. I’ve never met a Welfare Queen and I’ve been poor all my life. I lived in the ghetto for almost a decade. Never saw one there. All I saw was people trying everything they could to get by, same as you, but with less opportunity to do something to powerfully change their lives.

But once again, with feeling MIDDLE CLASS VALUES DON’T SOLVE POVERTY. Poverty isn’t a moral or ethical failing. You really want to end poverty, hand over the cash. Period. Everything else is abstinence only education.

UP FUCKING DATE YALL

so thanks to two lovely godless whores I’m at 700 bucks. I’m trying to book a slightly pricier flight that leaves tomorrow, but southwest’s site is made of lose.

Thank you thank you thank you

So far I’ve got $150 in donations. Sweet!

If i fly Southwest and risk fatty shaming/ seat denying then I can get us out of here on Wednesday for $360 plus $75 for the cat.

I still am stuck on the $176 shuttle to get us from dante’s 9th circle of rural hell to Orlando.

So that’s $611 needed minus $150

I need $461 to get out of here. Not a huge amount, but it seems like a mountain at the moment and my strength is dwindling. You only have so much useful adrenaline in you to get through crisis shit before your body just says “fuck you”. And my body is at the fuck you stage. Thanks you traitorous skin bag.

so that it.

$461 and counting.

ETA: Are you wishing you could give but think paypal is the work of the devil? How about a Southwest Giftcard instead?

How about warming up with this topless lady radiator.Double bonus points that she’s headless, armless and legless.