10. THE NECKLACE WAS A CHAIN:Local elections are the biggest joke in the world. They're crawling all over themselves now, in Edison (NJ), trying to figure out just how to undue their own fuck-up. Literally, crawling. The mis-shapen Democrats, with the large main faction of anti-Choi idiots pretending to be 'Fusionists' (read Spadoro-ists), face the crisis of having a Asian (Oriental) winning the electon - the same Oriental they've been fighting for months (since he ousted the incumbent) so as to carve him up as the 'outsider' candidate representing the 'hordes of Chinamen' taking over South Edison. He won by like 274 votes or something, and Stephens and his crew of tankard-hoisters are livid. Refusing to concede. Double-talking about re-counts. Confused as all get-out. It's funny, by the way, how you're now supposed to say 'Asian' instead of 'Oriental' or Chinese or Japanese or Korean. These election losers are all over themselves thinking of how to say anything with a negative connotation about Choi - yet to say anything but 'Asian'. If one were speaking of 'Europeans', you'd say Italian or French or Austrian or Swiss. Yet, no one says 'he's just a European about Stephens, although that's what's happening when you force yourself to say 'Asian' instead of Korean or Japanese, etc. Funny world. Choi won, as I see it, and sore-losers can be the biggest pain-in-the-asses in the world.
The New York Times finally got rid of Judith Miller. Good riddance to bad rubbish, I say. Now they should just make that the beginning of a total housecleaning and get rid of the whole bunch of fabulists - lock, stock, and barrel.
That newspaper's become a daily pile of shit.Have you seen the newest US Army commercials? Some underprivileged black guy trying to get to his distressed mother's mind about his decision to join. He uses every reason in the book,
EVERY, except any that count, and she's supposed to fall for it. 'I want to get ahead; travel; learn engineering; see other cultures...' What a crock!
They might better own up to reality and have the kid say - 'Mama, America's nothing but a cultural ghetto to me, and I want to get out of it and bring that same ghetto to other places. I want to shoot and fight for what we don't have anyway. I want to be duped into thinking I share the power of a great cause. Mama, I may even want to die. Anything's better than this rope with a noose I'm holding now.'
Truth in advertising has apparently died, just like the 2,055th soldier.