Seattle Zack
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Last Tuesday I went out boozing with a longtime friend, Amy, whom I've known since before she was able to drink (Amy is 23). Amy is a slender young blonde of Swedish descent, quite intelligent, educated, a very articulate and capable young woman who, thankfully, hasn't managed to completely fuck up her life by squirting out a couple of kids.
(And, after she's had a few drinks, likes to be tied up and spanked, which is another story completely.)
Amy works at a used bookstore, still goes to college, interns at one of the "alternative" weekly newspapers here in Seattle. She's also quite politically active (volunteered for the Howard Dean campaign) and rather outspoken about her political views.
So we end up at a local diner, Minnie's, after a night on the town. As chance would have it, we end up in the booth next to a couple of tiring Seattle barsluts who are animatedly discussing everything under the sun.
These two bimbos are mid 20's, probably nearing the end of their careers as alcoholic goldigging sluts. Both were dyed blondes, one with enormous fake breasts, and over the course of our meal we were subjected to every detail of their existence.
After a lenghty conversation about Oprah and in-depth analysis of several reality shows that I didn't recognize, the fatter one (the one without the tits) began bemoaning the fact that the father of her bastard child had gotten an attorney, filed for joint custody, and now she faced the prospect of actually having to work for a living. "Without that eight fifty a month, I'm going to have to get a full-time job!" she moaned. Quite heartfelt. Perhaps her part time position as a flower arranger at FTD wasn't going to cut it anymore. Poor girl.
The other one, Bimbo #2, didn't seem that concerned. Apparently she had an "arrangement" with a wealthy gentleman (no doubt, the one who had purchased her breasts). Bimbo #1 berated her: "I I don't see how you can be with that old fucker." Bimbo #2: "It's not that bad. He only wants it a couple of times a month. Believe me, once he stops making payments on the Mustang or the condo, I'm out of there."
Current events was not a hot topic. "I don't watch the news ... it depresses me," one declared empathatically.
Ah, youth. Amy could barely keep from giggling as we eavesdropped on these two. There was a hint of desperation in their conversation, however. After all, they were 25, 26 ..... probably close to the end of their barslut careers. They both looked rather tired and worn out to me ... as my grandad used to say, "rode hard and put away wet." Then the conversation turned to politics.
Bimbo #1: "So, you gonna vote?"
Bimbo #2: "Yeah, but not sure who to vote for."
Bimbo #1: "Well, I don't like Bush, but Kerry's a flip-flopper."
Bimbo #2: "Bush was in Vietnam."
Bimbo #1: "So was Kerry ... wasn't he?"
Bimbo #2: "No, he lied about that. It was on the news."
Bimbo #1: "That's not right. You shouldn't lie about things like that."
At that point, I had to almost physically remove Amy from the restaurant, otherwise she would have leapt over the booth and began gouging these two women's eyes out. She was completely distraught in the car on the way home (and, needless to say, a session of kinky sex was not forthcoming).
I know what it's like to be young, and full of hope, and enamored of the political process. But these two dumb bimbos had no idea about politics, nor did they care. I'm sure they had no idea who their state senators were, nor their representatives. They had no clue of what legislative district they resided in. Undoubtedly, the only thing they had voted on before this was Clay or Aiken. They were, in other words, complete fucking morons.
That was what distressed Amy the most, that the votes of these two useless breeder cows carried the same weight as hers. I could see her point -- after all there are local issues, not just national, which will impact the lives of these two dumb bitches for many years to come. Yet they choose to squat in front of the idiot box and watch Dr. Phil and The View, rather than pick up a newspaper and read more than a paragraph or two.
At the end of the day -- or night -- what could I say? That's how it is? These morons are the people that the attack ads and the soundbites are geared towards.
I am a political junkie. It's the greatest gamble in the free world. Long ago I learned that it's not the smart voters, it's the stupid ones, that decide the election. If you spend your time watching Friends reruns rather than CNN, then you deserve what you get. Small solace to someone like Amy, who believes her passion and beliefs make a difference. She's taken another step towards cynicism, a place I long ago reached.
So go vote. Or don't.
(And, after she's had a few drinks, likes to be tied up and spanked, which is another story completely.)
Amy works at a used bookstore, still goes to college, interns at one of the "alternative" weekly newspapers here in Seattle. She's also quite politically active (volunteered for the Howard Dean campaign) and rather outspoken about her political views.
So we end up at a local diner, Minnie's, after a night on the town. As chance would have it, we end up in the booth next to a couple of tiring Seattle barsluts who are animatedly discussing everything under the sun.
These two bimbos are mid 20's, probably nearing the end of their careers as alcoholic goldigging sluts. Both were dyed blondes, one with enormous fake breasts, and over the course of our meal we were subjected to every detail of their existence.
After a lenghty conversation about Oprah and in-depth analysis of several reality shows that I didn't recognize, the fatter one (the one without the tits) began bemoaning the fact that the father of her bastard child had gotten an attorney, filed for joint custody, and now she faced the prospect of actually having to work for a living. "Without that eight fifty a month, I'm going to have to get a full-time job!" she moaned. Quite heartfelt. Perhaps her part time position as a flower arranger at FTD wasn't going to cut it anymore. Poor girl.
The other one, Bimbo #2, didn't seem that concerned. Apparently she had an "arrangement" with a wealthy gentleman (no doubt, the one who had purchased her breasts). Bimbo #1 berated her: "I I don't see how you can be with that old fucker." Bimbo #2: "It's not that bad. He only wants it a couple of times a month. Believe me, once he stops making payments on the Mustang or the condo, I'm out of there."
Current events was not a hot topic. "I don't watch the news ... it depresses me," one declared empathatically.
Ah, youth. Amy could barely keep from giggling as we eavesdropped on these two. There was a hint of desperation in their conversation, however. After all, they were 25, 26 ..... probably close to the end of their barslut careers. They both looked rather tired and worn out to me ... as my grandad used to say, "rode hard and put away wet." Then the conversation turned to politics.
Bimbo #1: "So, you gonna vote?"
Bimbo #2: "Yeah, but not sure who to vote for."
Bimbo #1: "Well, I don't like Bush, but Kerry's a flip-flopper."
Bimbo #2: "Bush was in Vietnam."
Bimbo #1: "So was Kerry ... wasn't he?"
Bimbo #2: "No, he lied about that. It was on the news."
Bimbo #1: "That's not right. You shouldn't lie about things like that."
At that point, I had to almost physically remove Amy from the restaurant, otherwise she would have leapt over the booth and began gouging these two women's eyes out. She was completely distraught in the car on the way home (and, needless to say, a session of kinky sex was not forthcoming).
I know what it's like to be young, and full of hope, and enamored of the political process. But these two dumb bimbos had no idea about politics, nor did they care. I'm sure they had no idea who their state senators were, nor their representatives. They had no clue of what legislative district they resided in. Undoubtedly, the only thing they had voted on before this was Clay or Aiken. They were, in other words, complete fucking morons.
That was what distressed Amy the most, that the votes of these two useless breeder cows carried the same weight as hers. I could see her point -- after all there are local issues, not just national, which will impact the lives of these two dumb bitches for many years to come. Yet they choose to squat in front of the idiot box and watch Dr. Phil and The View, rather than pick up a newspaper and read more than a paragraph or two.
At the end of the day -- or night -- what could I say? That's how it is? These morons are the people that the attack ads and the soundbites are geared towards.
I am a political junkie. It's the greatest gamble in the free world. Long ago I learned that it's not the smart voters, it's the stupid ones, that decide the election. If you spend your time watching Friends reruns rather than CNN, then you deserve what you get. Small solace to someone like Amy, who believes her passion and beliefs make a difference. She's taken another step towards cynicism, a place I long ago reached.
So go vote. Or don't.
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