Things change and yet stay the same...

Day 5,856, 10:18 Published in USA USA by Franklin Stone


Good morning fellow space cadets. Welcome to day three of the Great Gummie experiment. I had to dig out my Celestial Navigation books from when I attended Star Fleet Academy but I have determined that we are slightly more than one-parsec spinning coreword of our last position.



It is once again time to elect our Country's President. I have noticed for some time now that a mere 200 or 300 hundred citizens take the time to vote. Now in real life, I have never voted. Yes, you read that right, I have NEVER voted. I thought about seeking out our eSupreme Ruler and asking for a Presidential Interview but then I remembered that I don't give a fly pig.



I grew up watching George Carlin when he was the Crazy Weatherman on Johnny Carson who would later take comedy to its greatest height. Now there were many good, some even great, comedians I grew up with but George was never afraid to hit some very touchy subjects with common sense. He became my 'Boo' when filming one of his many specials he was arrested for doing the '7 Words You Can't Say On TV' live.



So. Why don't I vote? Well, it all began when at 18 years old my Uncle Sam sent me on an all-expense paid tour of the jungles of beautiful South East Asia. When I was drafted I had barely graduated high school and the voting age was 21. My government, who only wanted to keep me safe from our enemies, shoved some pretty cool weapons into the hands of an impulsive 18-year-old ADD-riddled boy's hands and said, 'Kill anything that moves.' One night several months into my first tour on some LZ somewhere I was reading 'The Stars & Stripes' and discovered my government had lowered the voting age to 18. By then I had read 'The Pentagon Papers' and had become a full-fledged hater of politicians everywhere.



Now that I have grown old and have kicked back with a few huge Blunts, I take great pride in the fact I have never broken the solemn oath I took, the next morning as I climbed aboard an outbound Huey, to never vote. That way I and George have the complete right to bitch about the clowns in control.



I am a member of the 'We Be F**ked Party'. No matter how I and anyone else votes two clowns are running for President who have spent Billions of dollars telling us why they should be given the power to run our lives as they see fit. I say neither of them deserves any power simply because they want it so badly. So come election day simply write in Alfred E Newman and he will take us the rest of the way. Let us all pray to whatever god or goddess you believe in that we don't find ourselves with him in charge.





Ah yes, day three is a spectacular success. I now have a nice base of Magic Active Ingredient in my bloodstream so that the Captain can once again see clearly. Before me, the Rift and it is clear surfing from here. Maybe I should check out the quadrant trailing spinward of my location. Until tomorrow space cadets.