Man, I’m really feeling political today, I don’t know what it is. Actually, I know exactly what it is. I realized right after I posted last that G-Dub has no prayer in the upcoming election. I like the guy, personally, but I don’t know if its a good thing or a bad thing to have John Kerry as President, either. Kerry has grown on me some, but he’s also turned me off a little. I think that’s the nature of politics, though. Politics are not about issues anymore at all, they’re a popularity contest, a giant propaganda machine that would make mid-20th century Russia blush. Everytime you see Kerry campaigning, there is a flock of “Firefighters for Kerry” signs. Now I’m seeing “Cops for Kerry” shirts everywhere behind him. Subconsciously, that has to set in the mind of a firefighter or a cop, regardless of how they plan (or planned?) on voting.

But the one that pushed me over the edge today was some snot-nosed little actor, in a soundbite on MTV News (the same MTV News that won Clinton the Presidency) talking about how “I have alot of friends who are getting out of school and leaving their parent’s homes and can’t afford health insurance, and that frightens me.” Well guess what? I had a hell of a health insurance bill after I got out of college, and G-Dub wasn’t even sniffing the Oval Office at that time. But it couldn’t have been Clinton’s fault, could it? Actually, it wasn’t. Its just the nature of the beast, since we don’t live in Canada. If you don’t like finding, then paying for health insurance, get your hippie ass a job! I answered phones for a year, and it sucked, but it paid the bills and gave me insurance until something better came along. Pretty mindless work, they take 30 bucks a check out and you’re set. (And I almost started the next sentence with “Kids today…”. God, I think I’ll stop before I start to age right here and now!)

Speaking of customer service jobs. I’m really hating that I have that job experience now. It makes me be way too nice to the people I talk to at customer service jobs. Between a call to my bank, one to a credit card company, and two to try to get information about a cell phone plan, I was about ready to let someone know what I thought about their company and their company’s mother. But I didn’t. If I’m calling to activate a credit card, I can understand mentioning the options and offers designed to get me to spend more on the card than I already am. But when does “no thanks” mean anything more than “no thanks”? And do you really think the line “But sir, do you realize…” is going to make me suddenly change my mind the fourth time you ask? Validate my card, and let me get off the phone.

I would say its just as easy to handle it in person, but the four geniuses at the bank today make me question that. Actually, to be fair, one girl was on the phone and another woman was sorting something, but four sets of blank stares really made me feel welcome. Then when I finally get to the counter, they act like I’m bothering them, and since they’ve never personally had to deal with the issue I had, it must not exist. Then they told me to call the toll free number. My life is an awful circle.

And in my last rant for today. (Okay, at least for this post.) I’m all about up and coming artists getting a shot to show their stuff on Conan or Letterman or whatever, but if I ever sit through another second of the band “Thursday” (or any other of a list of really bad, sound-just-like-everyone-else bands out today), please lift up my eyelids and pull my brain out with a soup spoon.

And what’s with R Kelly and the Zorro mask in that new video he has out?