Vote early, vote often

Guess what? It's after Labor Day, which means where in that suicidal stretch which points the disenfranchised populace toward the voting booth come November. That's right: It's election time pretty soon and between now and Election Day, we'll be flooded with TV ads polluting the airwaves and crappy four-color picket signs polluting the ground, as if all those malicious growths by the side of the road ever convinced anyone to vote for someone (Hey, I'm stuck in traffic. I think I'll read the side of the road. Why, "Vote for Smith?" Sure. Why not?).

I usually don't give endorsements (the guy I pick doesn't win anyway), but today, I found a candidate who truly makes sense in this chaotic world. Plus, he appeals to the cynical voter (about 100 million at last count).

Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the best candidate: Cthulhu!

Why vote for the lesser of two evils when you could vote for the greatest evil of them all?

Making Blogspace safe for hypocrisy

Yesterday, I wrote a bit about George Lucas, mildly complaining about his tinkering with the original "Star Wars" trilogy, a film series beloved and worshipped by 30-year-old virgins...err, fans all over the world. I chided George for wanting to one day release the recently digitally altered original trilogy out on DVD one day when we fans wanted the old school version that we grew up with and watched hundreds of times. Stay pure, George, was the rallying cry.

Well, this morning, it hit me that I was being a hypocrite. Several times a day, I come to my blog and edit little grammatical flubs and add in the occasional word I thought, but forgot to type. It's not uncommon for me to alter a whole sentence or move one or two to amplify a point once the entry is up and public. I, too, engage on post-product alteration.

*sigh* I know, it's hard to believe in anyone anymore.

French Word of the Day

au pied de la lettre (oh pyay duh lah leh truh): literally.

P.S. Last night's "Frontline" on faith and 9/11 was astounding. I'm sure it'll be rebroadcast soon. Check it out. Although it's incomplete in parts, it's still an amazing work. Try not to break into tears when the rabbi sings a modern Kaddish based on the last words (captured on voice mail or answering machines) of people trapped in the World Trade Center towers or on one of the hijacked planes. Although it sounds a bit tasteless on the surface, the man's earnest voice and choice of passages crystallizes the tragedy and pain faced by a man of faith in trying to explain just why something so violent happened, including asking just where was God on Sept. 11, 2001.