Tuesday, November 4, 2008

just go fucking vote

Fine, I voted. In South Dakota via absentee ballot. For Obama. But it was South Dakota!


*edit*

No, that's not all I have to say. I'm in the middle of a research project that I don't particularly want to have to do for my last semester in school, but I'm doing it anyway. And it strikes me how many of my conclusions based on this research have mirrored exactly what the fucking problem with the elections of 2008 are.

For a brief and incomplete summary of my thesis, I'm basically tracing the marketability of race in early American film - obviously D.W. Griffith plays a major role due to his treatment of African Americans and Native Americans in his films.

Race has been the most marketable factor in this election as well. I understand that Obama would probably have prefered, at a deeply personal level, not to have to discuss his racial identification, but we cannot deny that it has spurred a remarkable number of young people and so-called liberals to aid him in his campaign for the presidency (we'll see if they actually vote, but that's another thing altogether). Yes, young black people are excited about his electibility, and yes, white liberals love the fact that they can prove how un-racist they are by voting for a colored dude, but isn't this really all beside the point? Obama is so centrist-right since he began his campaign that ALL of these people are voting against their own self-interest.

Obviously, McCain's camp has been using race, and the tragedy of Obama's name, to market their own campaign as well. But I feel as though McCain is doing it more honestly - we know they're all a bunch of racist pigs, there's no secret there. It's a D.W. Griffith style deny deny deny racism but only if you get caught being racist! At least they're straight up about their marketing style, unlike Obama's camp, which is abusing the fact that he's a black man in order to seduce in fairly progressive people to an otherwise pretty conservative pro-capitalist candidate's party.


If none of that makes sense, blame Slavoj Zizek. He's fucking with my head.