Okay, I’m out again (week after week of this makes the process increasingly mundane. Time was when the mere mention of book-out would send me into raving fits of longing for mainland air coupled with futile expectation. But adaptability is infinite.).
I’m imagining a Texas-Sized Showdown for Hillary and Obama. Imagine the both of them bedecked in Indiana Jones garb stalking away from each other in stilettos, guns at the ready, sweat running down their faces. Anyway, I hope Obama wins. He’s like the Luke Skywalker to Clinton’s Grand Moff Tarkin, the idealistic changeist to the weathered commander-in-chief visage of Clinton encapsulated in Geena Davis gone horribly wrong. Then again I think Clinton and McCain have a point. Spirited rhetoric cannot compare to the actual deliverance of competency. Then again, there is no guarantee that Clinton and McCain themselves have what it takes to helm the greatship of the world’s current (slowly waning) superpower.
There is a Red Alert 3 coming out. This is far greater news than when I heard that Tiberium Wars was being developed two years ago, on account of the fact that I actually played Red Alert 2 and have fond memories of apocalypse tanks crushing hapless GIs. The time travel card is unfortunately overplayed in my opinion, and now there’s an ehvul Asian side to play, headed by un-Americanized (and therefore barbarian) Japanese. We’ll see. Red Alert has always been about camp and Cold War era satire so there is little doubt of the fact that as usual the image of the bow-legged Asiatic barbarian (like the image of the portly and senile communist leader) is what is being parodied here, and not Japan’s shameful historical baggage (or that of the Soviet Union’s, for that matter). It can wait until I have a better computer, though.
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