Hopelessness we can believe in

I've been slacking on the blogging for a lot of reasons. For a bunch of reasons. For a herd of reasons. For a pack of reasons. For a horde of reasons. For a litter of reasons. For a covey of reasons. For a swarm of reasons. For a colony of reasons. For a pride of reasons. For a flock of reasons. For a school of reasons. For a pod of reasons. For a passel of reasons. For a brood of reasons. For a drove of reasons. For a warren of reasons. For a mob of reasons. For a murder of reasons.

Ah, that's the one. Murder. No, I didn't murder anyone. Yet. [I'm looking at you, Potential Murder Victim. You know who you are. Potentially.] But I do want to murder the people who decided WGN should be available via cable TV in Grandfield, Oklahoma, in the spring and summer of 1984, thus leading me, a second-grade graduate and Little League southpaw pitcher, to become obsessed with a little ol' team of disappointments called the Chicago Cubs. If somehow I can prove that the christian god was involved, I will murder him as well.

And in related news, at a rally in Florida, possible future vice president Sarah Palin was discussing dear-jesus-I-hope-future-president Obama's association with former Weather Underground member Bill Ayers, when someone yelled out "Kill him!" Was the Palin supporter suggesting someone kill Obama or was he suggesting Ayers? Does it matter? McCain and Palin are attracting psychos. And not the keep-their-dead-mothers-in-a-rocking-chair-while-killing-the-occasional-passerby brand of psychos. These are the proactive ones who will jump at the chance to lynch a black man if Palin will just give them the go-ahead wink.

And now that I'm bringing my Cubs luck to the election, we could all be in trouble. If UT beats OU this weekend, everything could be saved. But if we lose... then, holy christ, you people need to get out and vote in droves. Herds. Swarms. Hordes. Coveys. Broods. Murders. Whatever.