Center of the Universe

So some guy that works where I work mouthed off to me yesterday. Being I'm the manager, I sent him home. He couldn't understand my decision. This is probably because he believes (with some help from a few silly girls who think he's a real cool dude) he is the center of the universe. I guess I did not know my place. Maybe there's something wrong with me. I'm not sure.

So this is what my mind turns to: This was at CNN.COM on 8/31/04, "It appears that most if not the majority of the remaining 100 billion stars [in the Milky Way galaxy] have some sort of planets orbiting around them," said Butler. "We are edging closer and closer to planet systems that are like our own solar system."

And on 9/10/04, also at CNN.COM was this story, "A group of European-led astronomers has made a photograph of what appears to be a planet orbiting another star. If so, it would be the first confirmed picture of a world beyond our solar system."

Yet the only news I heard about it in detail was on the Daily Show!! Don't look for it on the website, but there's a great piece on the Cooter Festival.

What bothers me is what a friend was telling me the other night. He was coming back from vacation in Europe, and on the plane home he told a French woman sitting next to him, "well, I guess it's almost time to be back to reality." To which she replied, "No, No! What you're coming from is reality. What you're returning to is fantasy." My friend said that one statement has changed his life, and I completely understand. For me, the thought of extraterrestrial worlds and the fact that this bozo that I work with is not the center of the universe, this is reality. Whatever anyone wants to believe about politics, war, taxes, work, all that rot, that is someone's death fantasy that we all got caught up in. I'll take my reality please.

Nov 2 is Keep a Republican Occupied Day

So I'm taking the day off on Tuesday, November 2 so I can get up early before my Republican girlfriend and make her a wonderful breakfast, something nice so she'll want to have sex with me before work, and she'll be rushing to finally get to work. When she leaves, I will go to my polling place & I will vote. Then, I will suprise her on her lunch break with a prepared picnic that we can eat in the courtyard outside of her building. When her workday has ended, I'm going to take her shopping for anything she wants, dinner, then shopping again, right up until the malls close at 9PM. I'll do this under the auspices of being the best boyfriend in the world, but in fact I will be keeping her from voting for George W. Bush.

It's my civic duty and I think everyone's to make sure that your state is blue this year. If your mate is a Democrat, but you have a friend who is has a "W" sticker on his car or in his lawn, you must do anything you can to keep an eye on him any chance he has of voting and keep him busy. I'm not kidding around people. Remember Florida!! We cannot stand another recount or another 4 years of this guy!

Keep a Republican Occupied Day must be observed by anyone who loves their health, their freedom and their country!

And I thank you.

Cripes!! The Republican convention was a blast, eh? It's the look on the faces of the crowd that I liked best. It's as though every one of the delegates were high on Jesus. Damn self-righteous bastards!!! The smirks of the candidates were so telling, too.

The capacity of the human brain is a wonderous thing, I think. I often wonder how we manage to avoid blowing ourselves up when I see how childlike the masses continue to believe in Santa Claus & the Easter Bunny while they hold a contamination breach at bay just a mile from Sleepytown, USA. How many of those damn speeches invoked the name of God? Yet these are the people we hope to lead us through war, economic hardships, sickness & every other fear we have! Oh! But we will prevail! Onward Christian Soldiers! Jump off lovers leap & land on the rocks below!

I'm tired. I'm so very tired. I think it's time to take up some medication and sleep, perchance to dream...

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