So, today was the last day to donate money to the Kerry campaign, and despite my being utterly poor and destitute, I considered throwing him a few bones, if only to get his average donation number down. Ultimately, I decided I'd rather pay the nice Visa people. Instead I will pay with my vote.
I got to watch coverage of the Democratic National Convention tonight, finally, after watching it on mute (with subtitles) at work. I'd just catch highlights later on the late news. And man, am I glad I didn't give those guys my money. Did you see all that fucking confetti? Dick Fucking Cheney, that is the most confetti I have ever seen. It looked like a bazillion dumptrucks emptied a shit ton of paper, refilled and then dumped again. I imagine DNC-goers were wading out of that place with a sea of construction paper up to their shins. I certainly hope there will be MAJOR recycling going on post convention. Don't forget Mr. Kerry, as Democrats we save the trees, not bathe in them.
If I'd ponied up $100 and saw it floating in pieces down from the sky onto the feet of Jerry Springer I'd be contacting someone right promptly about a refund.
I don't want to bitch and moan too much, because God knows, I want these guys to win in November. So I'm just going to try to forget all about Elizabeth Edwards coming out to Shania Twain's "She's Not Just a Pretty Face."