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Somebody slap me, I’m stuck in a font-downloading binge again. I’ve been at it for an hour – and, of course, I’m supposed to be doing other things – and I just can’t seem to stop! I’m stuck in the groovy abyss that is GirlsWhoWearGlasses.com. Their free fonts rule! I haven’t seen a single one that I don’t love yet.
Now to completely switch topics to something else entirely random. Or, in other words, and now for something completely different.
I watched this special on the Discovery channel by Tom Brokaw, “Inside the White House”, where they basically followed President Bush around. It kind of made a shiver go up my spine; I’ve had this urge to get into politics. The sad thing is, though, I’d only want to get into politics about 80 years ago, before it just turned into a beauty pagent. If you think about it, we’re judging the competence of our world leaders on how well they talk, how well they dress, how well they carry themselves. How PC they are. It’s sickening. Hardly anyone really pays attention to the actual platforms, because platforms have merged to appease everyone. I’ve had so many conversations with people who make fun of President Bush solely on the fact that he has a Texas accent and mispronounces a few things. That’s like criticizing an apple for being red. In that special I was watching he admitted that he’s always spoken plainly, and sometimes finds it difficult to communicate. To make a few comparisons, during the beginnings of the PotterWar campaign I contracted a brain infection and couldn’t make my mouth form words, but I could still write okay. Did that mean I was stupid? No. At that point I was shaping a campaign that set all sorts of precedents in the field of fan rights and the direction of internet law.
Another leader who was slow of speech: Moses. Liberator of the Jews, squashed Pharaoh, and yet he admits himself that he was a hideous speaker. Did that make him an idiot? No.
Politics has become one gigantic beauty pageant. It’s almost like a screen test, in a way. We’re judging our world leaders on their screen presence, not on the depths of their experiences, personalities, morals, and their souls. We don’t care about their intelligence because we take them at face value. Like Bush and “nucular”. We think he’s an idiot because of his Texas accent.
So back to my urge to get into politics. I don’t want to sound all proud or anything, but I think in all seriousness I’d be a pretty good President. I remember about two years ago, when I first moved to Virginia, I was going to church and I always felt like an idiot there. I couldn’t participate in my little class because I was so sick. I barely spoke, barely did anything. And yet, on my next to last Sunday there, the topic came around to education and what fields women would excel in. Simultaneously, all the other girls turned to me and one of them said, “I can see you as the first woman President.” All I could think was, “What? I haven’t said a word to you people, and now you want to elect me?” Hey, maybe that means I’m already ahead in the polls. 🙂
Anyway, getting back to the seriousness, my problem is that I’m not that excited about getting into politics because although I think I’d be great in office, I don’t want to deal with the avenue to the Presidency. It seems that the American dream of democracy has been lost, that any ole’ American can be President. I think that dream died with Harry Truman. You have to be ruthless, you have to take dirty money, you have to compromise your standards. There is no way conceivable that I would do that, it would taint the office for me. I wouldn’t feel worthy of it after trudging along that sleaze-coated road to the Oval Office. It would make me less of a Commander in Chief, and more like a unscrupulous CEO who makes it to the top by stepping on everyone below her. It seems every Senator, Congressman, Representative, and even every President, has had some major blemish on their record. Their journey has been marred by dirty funding for campaigns, disrespectful advertising campaigns, ruthlessly gutting their opponent, or whatever vice indicative of this ongoing political, partisan beauty pageant. Blondes have more fun than Brunettes, and Democrats are more personable than Republicans. It