Wonkette
“We don’t have polling places in Oregon,” writes Wonkette operative Katie A., “So here’s our election day celebration cake.” Look at this cake, people. It was made by Katie and Chris H., in Oregon, where they are too poor to have polling places, so everyone mails in their ballots. And yet, even with such hard times, they’ve made this beautiful Obama sex cake. And now let’s see your polling pictures.
Wonkette operative and North Carolina resident “Courtney P.” sends us this picture of a standard beat-up southern pickup truck, with an Obama sticker! A self-aware Obama sticker, in fact! “What to make of this? Is it a good omen for Barry? Or a harbinger of doom? I’m from here and I can’t make heads or tails of this.”
Voting line in NE Washington. Pic by Cat Parsons
Temple Beth Amat in Beverly Hills, at 6:30 this morning! Pic by Max Power.
And here, via “Dave G.,” we see some terrifying dead or alive tiger trying to eat people at a D.C. voting place, which we are pretty sure counts as Vote Suppression, especially if the voter is eaten before casting a vote.
More later, dudez! Thanks for sending all your stories and photos.
Donuts and politics. WE LOVE AMERICA!!!
http://www.theweeklydonut.com/index.php/category/2008-presidential-election/
I don’t have pics, but one of my colleagues has this bumper sticker on her car:
Knitters for Obama
Wielding Our Pointy Sticks For Change
I made Obama cupcakes once.
(crickets)
That Oregon cake, are those flag stripes or Goatsee fingers?
And after you eat the cake, the Oregonians send you the photo of the Chris H. wearing it on his johnson. (The sorority chicks always fell for that one.)
Hopey Cock Rings!
Sixpoint Craft Ales makes a Hop Obama. I’d love a free one, please!
Tiger in the tank! Haha. Ughh.
DoD: some terrifying pictures there! Especially the one of Cindy’s bi-clevage.
FreshCliches: That’s some kinda hope.
NoWireHangers: “I am an Obama cake. Barack tasted me and said I was delicious.” -Penelope the One-Upper
Who would want to eat cake out of a tank? Gross.
TGY: If I can get the stripes on the logo to be ribbed for her pleasure, it’d be a Boner We Can Believe In™.
Why is that Communist riderless bicycle of hate taunting the poor oppressed grey-haired old woman?!?! Will it follow her into the polls and force her to cast off her fierce anti-windbreaker-of-change and vote for Communist Socialist Bike-Riding Barack of the Unicorns and Free Love?!? Will it roll up over her velour pants and come to rest on her neck like the junkie monkey of socialist activism and hobo-osity that it so obviously is??!
Is that a donut or are you happy to see me….or something like that.
I’d have thought the feline would’ve been a PUMA.
The Audacity of Hops! http://humblegourmand.com/features/episode-08-audacity-hops/
i like to think that maybe the “Rednecks for Obama” folks are recalling the origins of the term “redneck” in America (”During the 1910s and 1920s, organized miners referred to themselves proudly as “rednecks” to distinguish themselves from the despised strikebreakers, sometimes called “blacklegs” and, of course, more often, “scabs”. For these organized miners, redneck was not an epithet but rather an honorable nickname for “a union man” who fought for better wages and working conditions alongside his fellow unionists.”)
Oh poor Oregon…you are missing out on the atmosphere of change, the delightful spirit of hope that permeates the air, as neighbors and families all across this great country join together with their Secretaries of State, County Registrars, members of the watchdog media, partisan poll watchers, and state election lawyers in this historic- UGH. Suck it, fucking cakeeaters.
One of our agency’s photographers did something similar, only with PIE, and it was on the cover of our weekly free indy paper thingy deal, also.
Here it is: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v482/oncloudydays/Pie_012.jpg
dippinkind: And somehow, Jeff Foxworthy’s schtick would be so much better with “….you just might be an honorable nickname for a ‘union man’ who fought for better wages.”
Sheepeater: We’ll find out when polls close?
Haha I voted under the watchful gaze of that tiger…it was at the Edmund Burke school gym polling location in Cleveland Park. I think its Edmund Burke’s mascot for its elitist private school sports teams.
problemwithcaring: We’re joining together under the atmosphere of change, but it happens to be in smoky bars instead of polling places.
dippinkind: the coal miner wars. Matewan. They wore a red bandana.
I am an Oregon Cake. Eat me.
Ha, at first I thought it sed “coke shrine!” otherwise these pics are kind of what I’ve been seeing around Brooklyn today… also people getting verklempt coming out of the voting booth. I do like the picture of the tiger, it reminds me of Evan Almighty which I watched for the first time with my kids this morning on the HBO and got completely verklempt at the end when Morgan Freeman et al cut the rug.
On my way to work in Beverly Hills today at 6.30am, the aspect that amazed me the most was the fact that Los Angelenos were standing in the rain.
hedgehog: win.
The Station Manager: That is the most delicious looking pie I have ever seen. No fucking joke.
Is that Tony the Tiger, in the flesh?
hedgehog: Mmmm…the ol’ frosting on the johnson trick, eh? Yeah.
blinky_twinkie: Win.
Bikes = China = Commies. It all makes sense!
They left the words “…gunning for…” off the bumper sticker. That explains it.
qwerty42: Hey that is where I was born! Yea. I just admitted that.
spontaneousabortion: Surely you are joking. Where are these “bars” in Oregon that allow “smoke”?
what lazy ass cake-makers, only one letter in bakey-goodness? His name isn’t O!
Are cops in the tank for Obama?
passthearugula: I would never joke about something so magical as this, well, at least until January when our bars go nonsmoking. I am headed to one of those smoky bars now, in fact. Come on over to Portland’s eastside.
I am 22 and I’d like to capture my thoughts before America either elects a president who its first 26 presidents could have legally owned, or brazenly subverts the very ideals it was founded upon by manipulating numbers in a final embarrassingly overt goosestep towards corporate totalitarianism.
I am nervous. And not night-before-the-swim-test nervous or even night-you-lose-your-virginity nervous, it’s a low rumbling primal panic which I can only liken to Star Wars panic. Disney panic. The edge-of-your-seat-terror that makes you wonder if Skywalker’s doomed after he refuses to join Darth Vader and drops down into the abyss, if the wicked octopus or grand vizier or steroid-pumping-village-misogynist is going to wed/kill/skin the dashing prince and then evil people in dark funny costumes are going to take over the world… if it wasn’t a movie of course.
And tonight it’s not. It’s not a movie and yet I feel like Obama might as well be wearing an American flag cape while a decaying McCain, in a high-tech robotic spider wheelchair wearing an eyepatch and stroking an evil cat, gives orders to a sexy scheming Palin who marches back and forth through their sub-terranian campaign lair in four inch thigh-highs and full-body black leather catsuit bossing around the evangelical ants with a loooooong whip… umm… is this just me?
Anyway, the point is that things feel weird folks. I have friends who have peed in waterbottles to keep from interrupting a Halo-playing marathon who got off their asses/couches to volunteer for the Obama campaign not once, but many times. Friends so cheap their body content is at least 1/3 Ramen Noodle who donated a good deal of their hard-earned cash to the campaign. People have registered to vote in record numbers, and yet, something just doesn’t feel right. I think we should stop congratulating ourselves for just voting. To vote is a privilege which people have died for, and I think there’s a whole lot more to be done for the country than to simply help win an election every 4 years.
Hundreds of millions of dollars, hundreds of thousands of man-hours spent on both sides by good-intentioned people who want to make a difference in an historic election, so many resources and voices and energies devoted to a single day. After tomorrow, half of that is going to have been a waste. And I can’t help but wonder what could have happened if all that muscle had been put towards something else, and what will happen to its momentum after the election has come and gone. Shouldn’t we be donating our money to good causes whenever we can? Helping people who don’t have? Dedicating some of our time to contribute to making the country which provides for us a better place? Of course a power shift is a hugely significant step on the path to great reform, but worrying about this election has been a wakeup call for me:
Even if Obama wins, we have not “won.” This isn’t a movie and we can’t toss every greedy lobbyist oil fatcat bigot down a reactor shaft. I think if we dedicate ourselves to the ongoing welfare of the country as much as we have to the outcome of this election, we’ll have a much better shot at coming closer to the overwhelming good the liberals hope Obama will usher in, but which no mere mortal could fully realize alone.
Which brings me to the other side. I’ve heard a lot of people claim that if McCain wins, they’re leaving. I heard the same thing about Bush’s reelection, and his unelection before that, and nobody seems to be leaving. And that’s fine. Because as much as I complain about certain political happenings, atrocities, etc., I really do like it here and I suspect most other people do too. We have New York and Hollywood, purple mountain’s majesty and sea to shining sea, we created jazz and country music and baseball and cars and lightbulbs and computers and that movie with hundreds of animated singing Chihuahuas! I mean who among the shivering Plymouth pilgrims ever imagined ordering hundreds of animated singing chihuahuas onto a magical box from an invisible information superweb?
The point being, if things don’t turn out the way I want tomorrow, I feel compelled, as a college-graduated adultish-type-person, to take a stand. And if I’m going to leave I’m going to leave. But if I’m going to stay I’m not going to sit around whining like I have for the past 8 years. It’s like when I don’t clean my room because it’s dirty and then I blame the dirt. So in my very indecisive way, before you and your screen, I’m declaring my intention to make some kind of stand in the event of -(Ican’tevensayit)-, and encouraging you to consider making one too…
Jump the ship or grab a bucket?
-Sigh-
Wasn’t everything so much easier back when the worst possible affront to your values was a PB&J sandwich cut diagonally with crust?
Anyways, I guess what I’m saying is that if we’re going to stay on board, we should probably be generous with our time and resources when times are tough even more than when the hero saves the day. Because what if he doesn’t? And what if he can’t? If we’re serious about real change, election day should only be the beginning of “Yes we can,” not the end.
Best,
Hannah Friedman
http://www.writinghannah.blogspot.com
don’t see what George Bush has done wrong, he’s destroying a bunch of people who shouldn’t be in the 1st place. I say the Iraqis are just here to take up space on this planet. They’re not doing anything to benifit us. George Bush is doing a great job where he is. I hope he sends a nuke to Iraq and just wipe that country out of the map. The only thing the Iraqis know how to do is terrorize countries, they’re all terrorists.Ok, I’m going to say it, I think George Bush is good. He’s one of the greatest president ever.. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! he attack Iraq and many Iraqis died.. so what? I hope he bombs Iraq again, I seriously don’t give a crap if the Iraqis die, I hope bush kills them all, bomb the hell out of Iraq. serioulsy I think the Iraqis are nothing but terrorist and George Bush is doing the world a favour by bombing them and killing them. they just like to bomb the hell out of each other, so the Americans attacking Iraq doesn’t really make that much of a difference, they’re just speeding up the process. So I solute George Bush I say, those Iraqis are bombing each other anyways, because they’re a bunch of no good 3rd world terrorist and all Iraqis are like that. Yeah, I’ve heard it all, I’m racist, whatever, but think about it, all the terrorism that occured, most of them are from the middle east in some stupid 3rd world country, and I’ll let you know that I will never have any respect for an Iraqi because they’re all no good terrorists
TRUECRISTIAN: well, gosh golly darn. when we do crazy rants they don’t sound like a drunk highschool kid trying to impress his drunk highschool buddies. And furthermore (see, we can even use “furthermore” in our rants) I’ll let you know that I will never have any respect for drunk highschool kids because they’re all no good terrorists.
hard to come back from clever lines such as that.
What you can Expect if Obama Wins 04.11.08 16:33 A Preview of what you can Expect if Obama Wins This is a total disgrace : Two Black Panther members block the door at a polling station in downtown Philadelphia .
Where were the police ?
And Latest word is the Obama campaign is protecting these Armed thugs as they fan out through Pennsylvania to intimidate voters trying to get to the polls .
We need the National Guard to go into Pennsylvania and force these thugs out at gunpoint .
Oh and for the YoYo’s at FOS , this Forum is not locked down …But Yours is .
TRUECRISTIAN: Still with the “solute” huh?
I’ve noticed true Christians seem to have problems with English spelling.
I’d be interested in your opinion as to why:
A) Jesus spoke only Aramaic. Only heathens would bother to learn any other language.
B) Faith-based spelling.
C) Your writing stuff is more important than anyone reading it.
D) When you have an all-powerful, invisible, Bronze age BFF, you can get away with a lot.
E) Die sinner/apostate/Mothra/whatever!
writinghannah: Please keep all that text on your blog. Just post a link for us to ignore and it saves us time scrolling past all your verbose fascinating views.