Barack Obama cannot win and neither can Hillary

A lot of people have been talking to me about the upcoming election. Thanks to Jim Hoogewind for reminding me I intended to write something about it.

Obama can't win and neither can Hillary.

Obama can't win as in he will not get enough votes to be elected President.

Hillary can't win in the same way as a Republican cannot win as in we cannot allow that to happen.

Even if I thought Obama could get enough votes, I still wouldn't want him to win. He is way to young and way too inexperienced. The argument could be made that it is all about the cabinet members a President surrounds themselves with and so his foreign policy could not be too tragic as President. History has shown us otherwise. W. Bush had one of the most brilliant men in our country on his team in Colin Powell, and we still entered this debauchery called Iraq that we are now stuck in.

If you think the Iraq war is still ok at this point, you need to take a history class on Vietnam and google the term "striking similarities" so you can understand why this war is awful.

So back to Barack, George W. had Colin Powell, Condoleeza Rice (I hate her, but she's brilliant) and Donald Rumsfeld (again, he sucks, but I am rational enough to realize he is incredibly intelligent) and his Presidency will still likely go down as the worst President of recent time.

Barack would likely end up chasing his own ideas, just like George W did. I'm not going to make this a rant about George W. I know he sucks and you know he sucks, it's just a matter of who chooses to admit it at this point.

Hillary, I have nothing to say about. Republicans and wise Democrats alike know Hillary is a bad choice. Her failures as a first lady in trying to play in the political world show she isn't worth it.

So on to the logical choice: John Edwards. Support him.

awesome pictures

you can see a lot of my awesome alaska pictures at this link.

http://northpark.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2015864&l=c21d8&id=67600713

Chicago

I'm back in Chicago. It is so different and I was only in Alaska for a week.

I still think I will move there after I graduate for a year or two. It's so peaceful.

Chicago is like Baghdad today. The Air and Water show is this weekend and for the last couple of days, the roar of jet engines flying at low altitude and high speeds has been incredibly loud. They are really cool to watch.

So last night, I was talking about camping and one of the Alaskan girls said we should go sleep on the roof. So we did it. I woke up around 6 am and Laura had abandoned me. I was all alone on a roof at 6am and very confused.

My next post will be something of substance other than my recent alaskan adventure.

Here

Here I sit in the airport in Anchorage, AK, which is similar to Novi, but with beautiful mountains in the background.

I'm ready to get to Sweet Home Chicago, but I love it here. Love it. I'm going to be pissed when I can't climb a mountain tomorrow.

Rain

It finally decided to rain up here, which is fine with me because we are driving to Anchorage today. It will certainly cut down on some of the views, but it has been perfect here the entire rest of the time. Absolutely perfect.

I saw a very large moose last night. They are absolutely enormous.

So we drive to Anchorage, hang out there for a little while. I'm getting dropped off at the airport around 7pm where we will camp out at the bar at Chili's while I reunite myself with the outside world via MSNBC, FOXNEWS, and SPORTSCENTER until Midnight when our plane leaves.

I arrive back in Sweet Home Chicago at 7am tomorrow where I am not looking forward to the heat.

Peace!

Homer, AK

This is what they call a glacier up here in Alaska.

Tessa took this photo of me talking to me Dad. I was describing to him where I was at and told him I would have a photo taken while I was on the phone with him so that he could see it.
These are the Halibut tacos I had for lunch. The Halibut was caught less than a day before it entered my digestive system. It tasted like heaven.
Tessa and I on the beach in Homer enjoying my camera's auto-take feature. Thank you mom and dad.
Beautiful mountains.

Skyline Peak

Today I hiked to a peak called Skyline Peak. I thought I was going to die most of the way up, but at the top of the peak, it was really really cold. I may not look cold in the photos, but it was really windy at the top. I signed a book that said I made it to the top, which was really gratifying.

I seriously thought I was going to die going up some of the climbs though. I totally am a city kid, just plain not prepared for something like what I did today.

By the way, it is 12:22am here and the sky still has light blue in it. What is even crazier is that winter starts here in 2 weeks. I think I could live here, but winter starting in two weeks is just bad news. It was really warm today, but I'm sitting outside right now and it is probably 50 degrees at best.

Tomorrow, I am going to Homer. Look it up on a map or look up Kenai and you will be able to see where I am at.

Peace.

Food

It's really funny. They eat salmon with everything here. A bowl of cheerios and a side of smoked salmon. Smoked salmon wrapped in cheese. Smoked salmon by itself.

Even funnier, they broadcast their high school football games on the radio. And the team sucks.

I saw a moose today... it was huge. I know why people are so afraid of them now. They stomp you is what I am told. It was with it's child moose ( I have no idea what it is called) so we were really careful. I'll put up some photos tomorrow.

Tomorrow I am going to hike a trail that takes you to the top of a mountain. It is called "skyline" because it takes you above the skyline. I'm really stoked about it. After the hike, I think we are going to ride horses on the beach along the Pacific Ocean.

My dad warned Tessa before I came up that I am a city kid and that she should be forewarned. I totally am a city kid, but it's great here. I have plenty of time left here, but I am already dreading going back to Chicago. Not dreading my life there or my friends, but city living. I actually think I could live here. London is only 8 hours away if you fly North and then South over the top of the world. Crazy, right?

Alaaassskkaaaa. Peace.

Oh. I am camping tonight. In Tessa's parents backyard. In case I need to check my email. I suck.

Enjoy sunshine? I can tell you how to hate it.

Last night as we walked into a bar so that I could have a link to the outside world and watch Sportscenter, it was 10:55pm and it was just as light as is at 3pm in Chicago on any given day. I'm not totally sure how close to midnight it gets dark, but it has to be close before the sky is actually dark. Around 4am the sun comes back up. It's 9:30pm right now and the sun is high in the sky.

When you have lived 25 years of your life and never seen it sunny outside at 11pm it is really confusing when you look at your watch.

It makes it really, really hard to sleep. The 3 hour time difference is starting to go away. I didn't really think it would effect me but it has. I had lunch today at a small cafe on the pacific ocean. After that, I had an amazing nap.

It's nice and cool up here too.

Here's a great photo:

my day...

Here are a few photos from my day.

Alaska

O'Hare airport is number one in the country for delayed flights, so clearly our flight was delayed last night.

The flight was incredible. I lucked out and had a window seat. My dad had mentioned that the flight might not be that interesting because it was going to be dark the whole way. Not so. The Northern sky actually never really got dark, so I could see amazing mountain ranges as we crossed into Alaska.

I hate flying, but it went ok. The worst part was landing. The runway is about a hundred feet in from the pacific ocean and there was something unnerving about that. When I left walked in to O'Hare last night, it was 94 degrees in Chicago. When I walked out of the airport in Anchorage, it was 46 degrees. Quite the change. It was 11:10pm and it was still light out. The cool air felt so good, though.

Instead of staying in Anchorage like we had planned, we drove all the way to Kenai. We got to Kenai around 3:30am, which is 6:30am in Chicago. It was already starting to get light out again. I called my mother, since it was 7:30am in Detroit and talked to her for a while. Then I tried to go to sleep, which was kind of hard because it is so quiet here. I am used to falling asleep to sirens.

I guess I am going to do this peculiar thing called "hiking" today. I guess what it is is where you just walk for an extended period of time into the middle of nowhere and then walk back. I'm not really sure what it accomplishes, but apparently it is quite possible in here. In Chicago, "hiking" is known as someone who wears saggy pants pulling them up.

I've been instructed what to do in case we encounter each type of endangering animal. I guess you fight brown bears, which could turn ugly real quick for the bear with my toned physique and past history as a champion prized fighter.

MOM DON'T READ FURTHER.

I opened the local paper today to read about the frequency of bear attacks in the area. It was the cover sotry, which may or may not mean a lot because this does not seem to be the most active place in the world.

Alright. Hiking it is.

Heat for Barack Obama and I both

It's hot hear in Chicago. The other day before it rained, it was Vietnam hot.

I'm skinny and I was sweating like it was going out of style.

The good news is I am leaving for Alaska tomorrow for a week. As I understand it, it will be 70 degrees at best in Alaska. I was told to pack one pair of shorts in case there was a "really" nice day. Glorious.

My roommates are from Alaska and they have wanted me to visit for a long time. I found out that I could go visit on a 50 dollar plain ticket and I signed up. Alaska Air has this incredible thing called a "companion" fare where if you fly there, next time you fly you can take someone along for 50 dollars.

The only downside here is that my roommates really want me to go camping. I don't camp for two reasons:

1. It's silly. I have been blessed with an amazing apartment in Chicago. Hardwood floors, the entire building is now occupied by friends from school, and I have my computer, wireless internet, running water, and a shower here. Why would I want to sleep outside and dig a hole so I could go to the bathroom? Talk about stage fright...

2. I'm Jewish. Jews do not camp. Last time we were in camps it didn't go so well. Call it semantics or a word association gone wrong, but 6 million of your people didn't die last time they went camping, did they?

I'll let you know how camping goes.

It's hot for Barack Obama, as well. The guy is out fundraising Clinton in the same way Iose weight faster than a hundred percent of people on weight watchers. Let's say he rakes in 2 million more than her, it may not seem like a lot on paper, but it's 2 million dollars.

The Sun Times ran a cover article the other day that said "Is he black enough?" It was written by a writer who I love named Mary Mitchell. Mary writes that part of the angry black woman for the Sun Times and she makes a lot of people mad. She blames nearly everything on the fact that blacks don't get a fair shake in this country, and she is dead on most times.

But asking if Barack is black enough seems ludicrous. When did there start being a measure for whether a black man was black enough?

I think the question of whether he is black enough degrades black people. Black people, I believe, want to see crime go down in their communities, universal health care, better options for education, and for our troops to get the hell out of Iraq. I don't think they care about the color of the skin of the candidate at all. To say anything else, in my eyes, objectifies black people as a bunch of racists who want to take over the country. Which is why black people do not fit in to the Republican party.

Ideal? A ticket with Obama on top and Edwards on the bottom.

Blogs

You can figure out how this blog ended up here by reading the words under the title.

I'm really not much for blogging, and I did write one post before, which I deleted because it was rubbish. However, today it is very hot outside and my apartment lacks this thing I've heard of called central air. Since I don't feel like moving and was talking with Koral this morning, I decided to write on a blog. For absolutely no reason.

One of the funniest things that has ever happened to me was when I was working at a camp called Elevate with Koral. I set up my stipulations for coming (I am staying at your house, I am staying away from kids, and I choose the games) and Koral set up his (No profanity, no smoking, and no strangling any of the closed minded conservative fundamentalist christian staff) and also convinced me that every single female counselor was a lesbian to save himself future trouble.

So Koral and I go over to a now extinct drug store called F and M. We need 8,500 cans of shaving cream. We locate the cans of shaving cream. The cost a single dollar and 97 cents. Koral informs me that this purchase would exceed the entire budget for the camp 9 times over. I tell him that is ridiculous. I'm jewish, I tell him, and there is no way in hell I am going to pay full price. We head to customer service. I ask for the manager. I am informed that the manager is not in. I ask who is running the store. I had not seen the other person behind the counter until this point. The woman who I am speaking with calls Jim over. I still don't see him.

I am standing there looking for said Jim and Koral is standing next to me explaining the situation to the floor. I know Koral does not do drugs, so I am baffled by this. I then realize that he is not talking to the floor but to a very short man named Jim. He was so small that I had not seen him.

I ask about some sort of discount. He replies "Id haveta tak to da manaja 'bout dat." Shocked, we leave him alone and walk away in hysterics. If I could locate the man and put a photo of him up, I would. So we settle on two jars of jalapeno peppers and call it an afternoon.

Around 1 am, we arrive at the Koral residence. Sober. and exhausted. I mention sober because his wife had serious questions.

I have to clear this up for the people who are never going to read this. Koral is married to Andrea. Andrea is really nice. Typically.

Koral heads upstairs to use the bathroom. I begin preparing my sheets on the kitchen floor. (Yes, they made me sleep on the kitchen floor by telling me all the stories of the wild sex they had on the leopard print couch. When I say they told me, I mean Andrea.) I go upstairs and get on my knees outside the bathroom door. I knock on the door and Koral opens it and looks down. I begin providing him with fellatio.....

So he looks down and I start doing this amazing impression of Jim from F and M. (Sorry about the fellatio line, that's disgusting.) I was dead on. I can still do the impression to this day and do it pretty much everytime I talk to Koral on the phone. So Koral is laughing so hard he is yelling. The bathroom door is on a small landing at the top of the stairs that also has the door to Mrs. Koral's bedroom.

In order to continue my impression over Koral's shrieks, I have to raise the volume level substantially. We both hear the sound. Koral dives into the next room like a huge vagina and leaves me to deal with his wife. I hear her door opening behind me. I have tears streaming down my face and am still laughing hysterically. She screams "Jason!" Which Koral and I think is even funnier because my name is Josh and she knows this.

I ran down the stairs and laid in bed and laughed.

You want to know why this story isn't funny to you? Because you weren't there. Which is why you suck.

Koral laughed.