I can't prove it, but there is a direct correlation between politics and my blood pressure. Surely I know someone in the science building who could hook me up to an ECG and bp monitor while I watch a debate or while I read something political. It would be interesting to watch my pulse rate make a quick journey upward as Obama and Clinton are flashed on the screen. This isn't good news since the election is still quite a ways away, but I'm already seeing commercials for both of them. Commercials in general are bad enough, but being lied to in a commercial just makes it even worse. If I wasn't poor I would have Tivo and I could eliminate the madness.
On a side note. If you have never read about all of the suspicious deaths surrounding the Clinton's you should Google it. Crazy stuff.
The Super Bowl is tomorrow evening. I'm not a huge NFL fan, but it is the Super Bowl. There is some history involved with the Patriots trying to become the first team to go 19-0. I think I'm going to pull for the Giants though. The Patriot's coach is a real first class asshole and I think that is reason enough to pull for the Giants.
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I found your post very entertaining. You seem very honest and straight to the point and it is very obvious that you have a passion for politics.
I am more of a college sports fan so I too am not completely excited about the super bowl. And to be honest, I don't really care for either team.
I once knew a guy who knew someone that once spoke to Bill Clinton. That guy later died while having relations with a totally unattractive, mildly overwieght, ex white house intern. At the funeral, there was reportedly a middle aged, white haired gentleman that was asked to leave because he said something like, "That's what he gets!". Funny thing: that guy I knew who knew the guy that died, said that his mom said after the funeral, that when she was walking in (late), she swears it was him too, that Bill Clinton, wearing sunglasses, was lighting a cigar outside the church. He took a deep, long pull on the cigar, said, "Damn that's good", while looking at the cigar, and walked off. Dude, is that crazy or what?
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