Thank God...

...I won't have to look at this stupid mother fucking piece of shit's face anymore.

A few notes on the inaguaration:

-I'm pretty sure that Cheney didn't actually hurt his back. They needed to use the wheelchair because the monster that lived in his body has vacated, leaving behind an humanish-looking shell that is completely inanimate when cut off from it's mother.

-Does any one think that the whole Rick Warren thing was worth it just to hear him try to make Sasha and Malia unneccessarily "ethnic" sounding?

-Did you hear people booing?

-Did ABC really have to keep noting that no one seemed to be wearing hats?
A. Who gives a shit?
B. Didn't Aretha Franklin's hat make up for the lack of others? Seriously, the thing should have gotten separate billing.

Good luck, Mr. President. I'm ready to paint the White House black.



"Your people will judge you by what you build, not what you destroy."

You Can Vote However You Like

In her car, my mom likes to listen to the hip-hop station. The other day, we were driving and the song "Whatever You Like" came on, making her squeal with glee (an admitted overstatement on my part).
"This is T.I., I believe," she said.
What's funny is that I had no idea who it was because I never listen to the radio and, yes, had never heard the song before.

Today, combing the blogosphere, I came upon this little video that I'd like to dedicate to her.



1. My ovaries just exploded over the abundance of adorableness.
2. I know that the election is over.
3. They've been invited to perform at the inauguration!

YES WE CAN!

I am so happy to be alive and so proud to be an American right now (and this is the first time that I've ever said the latter without irony).

This little boy grew up to be president:



Pinch me. I'm pretty sure that I'm dreaming.

P.S. Please check out Casey's blog for her report on how the election was received in Paris. It's positively beautiful.

Free from the Bradley effect

I just voted in my first presidential election for the first non-white democratic candidate in the first school that I ever attended. If that's not enough to make a girl misty-eyed, I don't know what is.


A little obvious, I know.


On a less world-changing note, I've decided to do NaBloPoMo! Check here or at Lake City Lake for daily blogs from me in the month of November.

Final Countdown

Just a reminder from your local Pop Quiz Kid to please please PLEASE get out and vote tomorrow. This is the first presidential race that I'm allowed to vote in and, let me say, it's an absolute honor.

Your week in Barack

I don't know how my mom keeps finding these amazing photos. Does she Google Image search "Barack Obama looks effortlessly kind, capable, and sincere while spending time with beautiful and happy young children?" Is there a blog she knows about where they just post picture after picture like this?



Speaking of adorable kids, she also passed on this photo of school children in India celebrating Gandhi's birthday this Thursday.



I've gone over my suggested intake of adorable. Now, I'm gonna puke puppies.

Solid As Barack

My mom is going to feel totally victorious when she sees this here, but I just had to.