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Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Raebert
is
depressed.
You
can tell when deerhounds are happy. Today he isn't.
APOTH IS OFFENDED. SOMETHING ABOUT PERFORMANCE ART. Raebert's sitting right next to me. He seems to think I'm taking the election too seriously. Maybe he's right.
All the smart people seem to be resigned if not actually looking forward to a second Obama term. (Oh the thrill of being cleverer than idealistic schmucks....) Hell. Why not me? I can assure you there will be no InstaPunk the day after an Obama reelection. Will I be done then?
Noooooo. When a country officially enters its period of humiliating decline, the arts prosper. Jumping up and down on the dead bones of a once great nation is good business. So I'm exploring possibilities. Here's your chance to stick an oar in the fetid waters of Obamamerica. Should I go for the big bucks of a bestseller or the equally mercenary rewards of a political show trial? (I won't mind being in prison. From what I can gather, prisoners do better than seniors will do under ObamaCare. Pat will bring me lemon squares, and the drugs are bound to be better than the no drugs I've had since college.)
Offer your suggestions. I'm listening. Tired of encouraging people who don't want to fight to save their own country for their kids and grand kids. My guess is, Raebert will continue to sit beside me, whether he approves of my mood or not.
Believe it or not,
he's trying to cheer me up.
Do we go gentle into that good night? Well, what's the advance? (You see, what we do next will definitely be 'performance art.' As opposed to the fighting tooth and claw we've been doing for just shy of 10 years here. Two million words worth. Excuse us all to hell for having a light moment Friday.)
Best suggestion will receive a polite acknowledgment in the foreword of our bestselling comedy masterpiece or our bestselling book about the politically incorrect speech trial that landed us in prison. All good. See?
P.S. My computer refuses to boot, so I can't post the Raebert pics. But you can still see them. The missus has them posted on Facebook. Look at the first comment for a link. My only use ever for Facebook.
P.P.S. Computer finally awoke from its coma. Thanks to my wife and to Lake for leaping into action when I couldn't supply the images myself. Note to Apoth: Don't be cross. To one degree or another, a blog like this one is always performance art. Which is not mutually exclusive with honesty or truth. When you're not being grumpy, you know that. Why I suggested you review the 10 years of Instapunk archives. Come to think of it, everyone else should too.
