No sign of fortress

So I'm trying to decide who to write-in for President. The two obvious candidates are Badnarik (the libertarian) and Nader (not Green, but independent this time around). I'm inclined to vote for one of the top runners because I really believe we'd be better off with more serious political parties; however, both Badnarik and Nader are little off the deep end. Still, its a serious possibility that I'll vote Badnarik, as he at least is pulling one percent nation-wide (he's as high as five in strange states like New Mexico). Although, Bob Barr apparently supports Badnarik, so that definitely turns me off.

However, there is a host of even more minor candidates who also deserve my attention (most of them are certifiably insane):

Stirling Allan (Providential) - His major campaign plank is a call for "Open Disclosure on U.S. Involvement with [the] Extraterrestrial Frontier." I think that means aliens. That birthday cake picture at the bottom of his page is creepy. Real creepy.

Gene Amondson (Prohibition) - Umm, he doesn't even put the fact that he's runninig for president at the top of his personal website. There's a split in the Prohibition party; it seems that the old leader, Earl Dodge, is running for President also claiming to be the Prohibtion party candidate, despite the fact that the 'convention' that nominated him consisted of eight people meeting in his living room, most of whom were family. Both candidates are on the ballet in Colorado, but nowhere else.

Walt Brown (Socialist) - well, he's not a commie, but he's close. Most reasonable candidate so far. Isn't there a Socialist in the House of Representatives from Vermont or something?

David Cobb (Green Party) - The Green Party is probably the most respectable third party after the Libertarians. Both parties have hundreds of officials in local positions nation-wide. That's about the only reason I have to vote for David.

Michael Peroutka (Constitution Party) This guy is crazy. He wants to repeal the income tax. Imagine "More libertarian than libertarian" sung to the tune of Rob Zombie's impossibly bad song "More human than human."

Darren Eugene Karr (Party X) The name's interesting. The party's lack of organization is not.

Last, but most certainly not least, there's His Royal Majesty Caesar St Augustine De Buonaparte, Emperor. Check him out.

So, who should I vote for? This slate of candidates is probably more pathetic than the Democrat and the Republican.

(Vote Smart has all the candidates if you really need more crazies.)

Its coming together, in relative ways

So the left hand is out of commission, no? God is good, though, and my new job at the hospital a couple of blocks from our apartment seems to be working out. If anyone in the Athens area cares, I've put together a long (ten pages) summary of where the local candidates say they stand. I could email it to you. If you care about doing your civic duty.

Melody of Certain Damaged Lemons

Are you unemployed? Nominally employed? Employed and lovin it like a Big Mac? Avuncularmom and I have the business for you. National Novel Writing Month. Its dope, its hip, and all your friends are doing it. I'm proudly the 40,192nd person to sign up for it. If you're wondering why you should do it, Avuncularmom has already laid it out.

My novel(la)'s going to be "I had to leave the country" -- I think. That's the working title. I've also considered the title "Out on the street, I feel like a robot by the river." Its inspired by the music of Smog. Its about a youth (Billy?) who lives in the city, but dreams of leaving the city for the country with his girlfriend (Jill?) after he is caught dancing the night before his twenty-first birthday by the robots, who are incredibly jealous of the fact that humans can dance. The robots intend on confining him to a metal shell so that he cannot dance again, but as Billy lies in bed the night before his confinement he is awakened by a pimply-faced (teenage) spaceship outside his twenty-third floor bedroom window. The teenage spaceship flies Billy and Jill to the country, where they meet a wise old squirrel, who teaches them how to live in the country. However, Billy eventually has to leave the country and return to the city because he and Jill are unable to fit in with the country folk -- they can't learn to tell the same stories over and over and laugh at the same jokes again and again. Well, anyways, that's the idea I'm thinking about now.