This started out as a comment, on the OH-09 thread about the Nazi re-enactor, but it was too good not to merit it's own diary.
THAT IS STRICTLY MY OPINION, and you may not agree, however, it has to be said.
Years ago, I stopped taking acid.
I don't drink, smoke dope, or do anything; ANYTHING to alter my consciousness.
Now it's 2010, (or so "they" tell me,) and we have an election where there's a TEA party; named for "Taxed Enough Already" by people paying some of the lowest taxes of any civilized nation in modern history; people who hate homosexuals and homosexuality, and homosexual acts, and most kinds of sexual acts, but came out of the gate calling themselves "teabaggers," with little fucking tea bags hanging from their hats, and talking about "tea bagging" Democrats. The sentence got too long, so I had to stop there, but anyway, these people were talking about PUTTING THEIR BALLS ON THE FACES OF DEMOCRATS, but NOT REALIZING THAT'S WHAT THEY WERE SAYING, to the great AMUSEMENT of ANYONE WITH A SENSE OF HUMOR. Yes, the CAPS were NECESSARY for all of that.
OK?
So, everything I said in the above paragraph, and then they field candidates who want to repeal Civil Rights; make laws forcing Mexicans to show their papers; encourage kids not only to practice abstinence from SEX, but from fucking MASTURBATION; and these candidates can't DEBATE, or hold press conferences, for the most part.
But WAIT!
These candidates have thoroughly bizarre pasts; they make out with witches on alters, and take part in Nazi re-enactments, that for some reason, don't involve SHOOTING JEWS IN THE CENTER OF THEIR BRAIN STEMS WITH FUCKING LUGERS, but are otherwise historically accurate.
Now, I've always known I was a depraved, overly free-spirited liberal with no sense or morals, and I always knew there was a chance that my lifestyle would someday come back to haunt me.
But after more than two drug free decades, including one where I didn't even smoke a fucking CIGARETTE, I have to witness THIS SHIT?
Nothing is holy.
Nothing is real.
Perhaps the Rapture happened, and this is the sick, fucked-up aftermath; I don't know.
But back when I was walking down the stairs of that apartment building, ripped on 'shrooms, with a group of people who were carrying bongs, bowling balls, a baseball bat, and one guy was doing karate kicks, trying to be quiet because the cops were on their way; back then, when I turned to my friend Dave, and said, "it still isn't weird enough for me," I had no idea; NO IDEA that someday it would be.