Politics

So here I am. A place to write and I don't even know what to say. Don't even know where to begin.
I'm supposed to talk about current events, politics. Because that's what I used to do. That's why she fell in love with me.
Ok.
Obama is still a jerk. He's still destroying our country. And now he's desperate because he knows he won't get re-elected. he's fucked up too much. Even the libs and the media have turned against him. About time they woke up.
So now he's done a complete turn-around and no one believes him. He's still full of shit. There are no jobs. And he's still doing nothing to create them. Just talk.
And then there's the whole pipeline debacle. Looks like they're forcing that no matter what anyone thinks about it.
A whole lot of people stand to make a whole lot of money from it, so it's going to happen. Period.
They've even ingratiated themselve's to UNL by sponsoring the Huskers. Isn't that nice? Go Big Red and all that...
Ok? Is that enough?
The reason I don't talk about politics and current events is because that's not what is important to me at the moment, believe it or not.
What is important to me at the moment is the politics of love.
What is important to me right now is my relationship with someone I still love very much. All I care about is fixing that. Having her look at me in a way she hasn't for a very very long time. Touching each other again in a way that makes us both forget the world. That's what is important to me right now.
I'm selfish.
I don't care about anything else at the moment. They could push the button and blow the whole damn world up and I wouldn't care.
Crazy? Yea. But so is this:
Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. That is the definition of "crazy".
I saw her tonight. I asked her to put my pop in the freezer for a little while because it had gotten warm on the drive up. Twenty minutes later I went to the freezer to get it and she has liquor in the freezer. Delicious liquor.
Hypocrite.
So when I get back into town I decide to stop at the liquor store on the way home. I mean, I could use a drink tonight.
I walk through the door and hear the loudest beep I've ever heard. The two guys behind the counter just look at each other.
They blew a breaker. Just the one that runs the cash registers. The lights are fine; the background music is still playing; all the coolers are lit and running.
Just the cash registers are down. They can't sell anything at the moment.
The second I walked through the door, they blew the breaker to their registers. Amazing.
I left and went home.
God works in very very VERY mysterious ways. VERY mysterious.
Sometimes he gets right up in your face.
Sometimes he saves your life.
So, my record is still clean. And in November it will have been a year. That, in itself, is a miracle. And what happened tonight is only further proof that I haven't done it alone. No person on this earth could have helped me. Not even myself.
I'm thinking of creating a new site here, again. As far as I know, there is only one person in cyber space that reads my blogs. And I'm willing to bet she has a headache after reading this one.
I hope she's got something for her migrane. What I wouldn't give for some good drugs, myself. My head hurts so bad at the moment. Ibuprofen isn't going to cut this. And my meds just put me to sleep. Boring.
So there's my blog about politics. But when you think about it, isn't everything politics really? Isn't everything a negotiation? Isn't it always about what you bring to the table?
I can handle all that life throws at me. But this, this I am having difficulty with.