You probably didn’t read this comic, because you’re not President Obama. So I’ll just fill you in on it: I basically told the president that he needs to whoop Mitt Romney’s lying ass tomorrow night, at least just for my sake. I mean, this race was easy for so long—a cakewalk. Nothing to worry about. Then Obama pulls out that stinker of a debate and opens the door for one of the worst and most desperate Republican candidates in the last few decades.
Really, I just don’t want to waste brain cells worrying about this debate. I’d rather use them worrying about little things in my personal life, or giant things like global warming and the end of civilization (and the bee holocaust).
And in case you’re wondering, I do find it hard to vote for Obama for numerous reasons. But I often wonder, how many of the things I don’t stem from his personal beliefs and style of government, and how many of them are due to how absolutely fucked the system has become. Either way, I have seriously considered voting for Gary Johnson—even though I kinda think that most Libertarians are naive enough to believe in unicorns and fairies—if only as a protest vote, since I live in New York and my vote doesn’t count because of the awfully stupid electoral college. But enough ranting. Hopefully 25 hours from now I will be drinking a beer out of celebration, not to dull the pain.
*Update – 10/17 – I don’t want to take all the credit, but clearly the president read my comic this week.