Now that the OMT Summer Film Festival is behind us, we think that the time is right for us to take a couple of weeks off from the daily grind of blogging.
2012 has been quite a run for us. Just before New Year’s, we published OMT post #600, and the one you are reading right now is OMT post #798. Almost 200 posts so far this year, and it’s only the end of August, with no significant breaks (the longest break we’ve taken all year was the three days around Memorial Day weekend).
So we think that we’ve earned some time off before we take to the final stretch of the campaign trail, which from all appearances, is going to be nothing if not taxing. And so for us to be fully engaged in the whole dreadful process, we need to husband our resources, take some time to recharge our batteries, and drink from the fountain of leisure so that we can hit the ground running once the conventions are out of the way. Republican-bashing can be a resource-draining activity, and considering the crowd they’re putting forward this fall as legitimate candidates for political office, it’s going to take every ounce of strength — not to mention guile — that we can muster to properly malign them. We can’t use our tried-and-true calls to the forces of reason with these bastards, so we’ve got to go off and figure out a new strategy that will allow us to go mano a mano with the forces of evil within the ranks of the GOP that are waving their flags and appealing to our sense of patriotism as they lead us down the road to tyranny and economic ruin.
We have to admit right off the top, though, that we were surprised at who Mitt Romney has chosen as his running mate. We’d always wondered what happened to Eddie Munster. Looks like he’s all grown up now.
And as long as we’re on the subject of Republican vice presidential picks, we thought we would sate your appetite for OMT political analysis with a piece that we wrote four years ago this week — it was our first piece ever on Sarah Palin. This was before she became something of a regular feature of OMT until she became so pathetic that we were no longer able to glean even an iota of joy from trashing her, along with her über-redneck Alaska secessionist freedom fighter husband Todd, and their strange little brood, Track, Bristol, Trig, Signpost, Highlift, the twins Brace and Bit, and little Sewerpipe, the bastard child of Bristol and her hunky whoremaster, Leviticus The Simpleminded.
But we don’t have Sarah Palin to kick around anymore. Who knew just four short years ago when John McCain foisted her on the American body politic that by the next presidential election cycle she would have proven to be the prototype for today’s garden-variety GOP candidate? There are more Republican whack-jobs to kick around today than Imelda Marcos had shoes for the kicking.
Sort of makes you wonder where the Republican Party — excuse us, the Republican Liberation Army — will be four years from now.
And into what tyranny their inertia will have jerked the rest of America.
We’ve gotten a lot of positive feedback on the Film Festival, and we thank all of you for all of the kind words we’ve received via email as well as in person. We were a little disorganized with it this year, as we just sort of stumbled into it on a lark, but by next year we hope that it will be a more fully-realized presentation.
It probably won’t be, but we at least we hope it will, which should count for something.
As usual, thanks for reading (and watching) OMT.
We hope to be back on the air sometime around the Autumnal Equinox.
See you then.