Say My Name - Cyril Hahn Remix
Fuck to this.
Say My Name - Cyril Hahn Remix
Fuck to this.
Boom Boom - Donora
Wheee!
Below My Feet - Mumford and Sons
Holiday insomnia music.
You guys bought ‘em up so damned fast that I sold out in a few hours! (Thanks for that.) I ordered a bunch more, and I promise to have them mailed out to you for the holidays!
Get Used To The Sound - Earlimart
Music for staying in bed on a rainy Saturday night.
Park The Vote?
Ag
I think she took the saying “Vote or die” a little too literally.
He can’t vote now. He’s two tired.
Nothing like getting revved up for a cause.
I guess nobody was able to steer his political opinion.
That’s what they call a Mitt-and-run accident.
There’s been a lot of post-election talk about unifying the country, so I’m writing to you on behalf of the blue states, in the hopes of chipping away at some of the bitter divisiveness.
You see, I’ve lived on both sides of the great American political divide. I was born and raised in a God-fearing, gun-toting, Fox-News-watching red state, a place that refers to itself as the Heartland. My family members are all conservative, church-going Republicans. They are good, honest, self-made people — the very job creators that guys like Mitt Romney are always talking about.
Of course, as soon as I was old enough to drive, I made my way to the other side of the country, all the way to California, the bluest of blue states filled with godless Hollywood liberals, pro-choice homosexual union members and other assorted socialist heathens that filled the nightmares of my right-wing parents.
I am intimately familiar with the rift in America’s socio-political landscape. I’ve spent my entire adult life trying to bridge the divide between red state and blue state, and it’s never been more difficult than during this past election year.
Politics have polarized this country to such a degree that the two sides don’t even represent the same realities. I watched time and again as cold hard facts were debated as if they were political opinions. I’ve bitten my tongue as tempers flared, because everything has become so deeply personal. Respectful disagreement doesn’t even seem possible anymore, because both sides aren’t just defending their politics — they’re defending their identities.
Thankfully, the election has come and gone. The worst is over for now, and we can all go back to our regular lives. The Democrats happened to win the day, but under slightly different circumstances, it could have been the Republicans. It might as well have been a coin toss for all the stress and anger it’s caused us, and perhaps that’s the most glaring irony of this process. Half of this country votes red, and half of this country votes blue. We’re two sides of the same coin that gets flipped every four years so that a tiny sliver of undecided swing staters can call it in the air.
I for one am tired of all the divisiveness. We have our differences of opinion, and that’s okay. We shouldn’t let our politics come between us. Now how about we all sit down for an election-free Thanksgiving dinner, and finally talk about something else?
Yours in America,
The Coquette
Break My Stride - Matthew Wilder
I want a gold plated baseball bat. I’m in the mood to seem eccentric and vaguely threatening, and nobody would fuck with a crazy bitch who shows up accessorized with a golden Louisville Slugger.