Political Sex

Okay, you have to admit, that subject line is pretty clever… This McChrystal guy they’re talking about in Rolling Stone is a General in the armed forces – he’s running the Afghanistan war thing. And there’s some generalized nonsense out there. Here’s the article if you want to read it.

Now everyone is all butt-hurt about it. From the bits I’ve read and from the news I blindly believe because who really cares anyway, he didn’t really do or say anything – his aides are the ones that say McChrystal said the naughty stuff about Obama; like he didn’t think he look prepared. Which, of course he wasn’t prepared to be in charge of the life and death of potentially everyone in the world – I mean, I could handle that kind of responsibility, but I’ve played a lot of Command and Conquer/and I’ve started that RISK game at least a half dozen time. That game takes forever.

And what’s up with Lady Gaga and the boob gun get up. That’s not very shocking; it’s not weird, is it? Her ass is definitely air-brushed, her face still looks like a dude, and… fuck, it’s just stupid – it’s over. She shot her wad. If I was her, I would have done the cover dressed like a wholesome Middle East woman in a hot version of a burqa, showing too much ankle and shoulder. That would have been cool. But, no, she’s just boring as usual; ordinary.

Update! This guy is relieved of his command, and some other guy who’s in the news sometimes is taking over… How does this affect you? Well, if you’re at a bar for happy hour when some ‘business’ type chick who want to pretend she cares about the world says something like, “can you believe that McCrystal stuff…” You can say, “I know, right, I can’t believe he was relieved..” And then you’ll look at each other, realizing neither one of you know enough about it to talk about it further; what do you do in this situation? Tequila.

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