Open Mouth, Insert Foot.
C’mon, admit ittttttttttt.
It has happened to you. Probably when:
a) you don’t know anybody
b) you think you are hot shit.
Mix and match but it boils down to these 2 basic principles and you are on your way to doucheville.
You know what I’m talking about. Normally your partner/family member gives you the disapproving look …
… while you are left with the /I’m sorry’ eyes.
WIRED handed out the 2008 awards.
2 of my faves:
Two top Clinton strategists , Mandy Grunwald and Mark Penn stuck their old shoes in their mouths in November, 2007 – but the proof didn’t come until this year.
In November, they looked at Obama’s supporters in at an open political event in Iowa, and dismissed them. “Only a few of their people look like they could vote in any state,” Penn said. “Our people look like caucus-goers,” Grunwald said, “and his people look like they are 18. Penn said they look like Facebook.”
Take that deadenders!1!!
You go into some of these small towns in Pennsylvania, and like a lot of small towns in the Midwest, the jobs have been gone now for 25 years and nothing’s replaced them. And they fell through the Clinton administration, and the Bush administration, and each successive administration has said that somehow these communities are gonna regenerate and they have not. So it’s not surprising then that they get bitter , they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren’t like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.
Heh. It happens to everybody and we’ve all had our moments when we say things we wish we could take back.
I’ll save my story for the comments but share your stories and lets laugh at each others expense and past humiliation.
My lounge diaries will now be a series titled Sexy and Mysterious starring the sexy and mysterious Spaceman Spiff.
I’m sticking to what I know best ( rambling and thinking I’m funny ) and try to take a less serious look at shit. I’ll be handing out free candy to all that stop by and chill. Of course, my diaries are always open to thread jacking and going off topic. Consider them open threads if you’d like.
In that spirit, I’m sharing my first “real words” on this blog.
Some things just don’t have a point.
Kind of like there is no point for that maroon or olive green crayon. You know what I’m talking about. The olive green one that no-one ever uses and just sits there in the box until the entire fucking box is filled with the crappy pink, horrible browns and stupid olive green ones. And what the hell are you going to draw in maroon, pink and olive green? A Purple Striped Pink Polka Dot Dem? ( LOL!) Fuck! You get what I’m saying? No use for it, but you can’t run away from it either. It’s just there. The elephant in the room. You’ve got to color between the lines and you have to deal with that dark mucus looking crayon if you want to get anything done. Eventually you’ll have to deal with it. Always up in your face. Fucking turd colored crayon. It would be great if that was just it. I could just pop that sucker in the microwave and delight myself with….
Shout out to Stipes! We miss you bro!