The Obscure

Man, everything seems so clear from here.
How is everyone doing this lovely morning? I bet you aren't doing as good as I am. No one is. I have 100 Kilowatts of P-Funk power.
My body has never been this tired in all my life, but my brain has never been this alert. So what do I do with my new-found mental magnitude? I update my blog poorly, and intersperse my typing with trips to the bathroom sink, where I stare at the mirror and talk to myself about subjects that prior to this, I never knew existed.
What does Bobby Dyls have to say about this?
Bobby Dyls: Heh, heh... Masqueradin'.

So, Politics? Yeah.
It seems that lately everyone has begun to care about things. Either that or they always did, but I was just too insensitive to pick up on it. Good for them, eh?
Personally, though, I am a slacker. I am a slacker in all that I do, think, and say. The only thing I do not half-ass is half-assing; I half-ass all the way.
The only thing political that I have ever thought about was a comic book, and that was not one thing with any kind of political drive, but more an engine of my own devise, created for the sole purpose of poking fun at the political extremes I see around me constantly in my day to day life. I see the righties and the lefties and the bandwagon anti-war parties and the anti-bush, anti-legislature, anti-gays, anti-religion, and so on and so forth, touching on every possible nerve that could exist on any moral fiber of any sentient being living within the confines of our so-called "free" society. I do not stick to any one thing, I have found, because I do not care enough. The only thing I want to do is make fun of everyone. Is that so wrong?
Unfortunately, I lack the ability. Where I have it, I haven't developed it. Where I don't have it, I really, really don't have it. So it seems i am doomed to a life of political indecision and creative mediocrity until such a time comes that I either develop a system of core beliefs beyond "don't kill babies" and "tax everyone equally" OR I develop the skills to ridicule one and all at a regulated rate, as all Men are, ndeed, created equal. I won't make fun of the chicks. (Eeeeeyyy)

What does Bobby Dyls have to say about this?
Bobby Dyls: I'd like a small coke.

There you have it.