Tonight, as I was driving in the car, a news man on NPR (90.9 in Boston) said that today, ahead of Obama’s 100 Day speech, was like Christmas for the White House. Chrysler was about to be bailed out by Fiat. The Stock Market was up 2%. And Obama’s budget passed. Hell, even Arlen Spector (who I happen to think is a total ass clown) decided that now was a good time to be a Democrat. He’s like a stock analyst that changes his rating from Sell to Buy only after the stock has gone up 1 billion percent. (Please hold. I forgot where I was going with this rant. Be back in 5.) Oh Oh Oh. Right. OK, so tonight everything seems to be going well for Obama. His Q & A with the press was smashing. Good, thoughtful answers. You look at Obama and you think “wow, America seems to be on the right track.” Yup, then you go and watch Idol. It’s like an emotional rollercoaster. You feel great after Obama, then you watch Idol and it drags you all the way down. Hell, it’s like your car just about came off the track. What the hell is wrong with America? Really? How can people think he should be in the bottom 3, let alone the bottom 2? It’s just insane. (Side note: I love when Paula says something is Crazy. Yeah, that helps.) Anyway, Adam in the Bototm 3 totally destroys and good-will that Obama spent the evening buidling up. Ugh. Makes me crazy.
Oh, and now Jamie Foxx is a rapper? Really? I thought he was a comedian/actor? I didn’t realize 2009 was “pick a career out of your ass year.” In that case, I’m going to be an astronaut. Yup, I now work for NASA. Sorry GWK, but I figured it would be an easy jump from Investment Managment to Astrophysics. It worked for Jamie, it’ll work for me. See that moon up there? Yeah, I discovered that shit.
Adios Matt (finally). Here are your damn results. Now I’m all worked up.