So I Had My Politics Tested...
...and you can too, over at http://www.okcupid.com/politics. Thanks to Kristie for posting her results and piquing my curiosity. By the way, has anyone not yet seen Jojo's famous hula boogie?
My completely-unsurprising results:
I practically flew right off the charts into some as-yet-undefined area of liberalism, a place where trees hug you back and the heart spews blood volcanically.
When given the opportunity to create a new law, here was (were) my suggestion(s):
"48. And finally, if you could make up ONE new law and have it enforced FOREVER, by goons, what would your law be? Use your imagination, let your despotic instincts run free.
I would dictate that... people planning to have children need to take parenting courses ahead of time and, if they fail, must be sterilized or otherwise rendered so hideously ugly that no one would ever again consider breeding with them. Also, there needs to be a law dictating what you can and cannot name a child, 'cos this shit's really getting out of hand. Throw some letters back in the Scrabble bag and pick a few new ones before you name your kid Qwwaneshianyah. Please. He'll thanks you later and prob'ly not shoot you... at least not for that."
If you're reading this, considered yerself tagged. Now, go forth and quiz thyself.
Oh, and the latest Song O' The Morn entries:
5/28/07 - Breaking the Girl - Red Hot Chili Peppers
1991's Blood Sugar Sex Magik never gets old and has yet to start sounding dated. I would put it up against any album of its time-or since-for pure funkiness, groove, power and balls. Sandwiched between the funk/rap of If You Have To Ask and soulful grit of Funky Monks, BTG could have been lost with its simple, straightforward acoustic guitar and crooning vocal, but the placement is perfect. And after watching the behind-the-scenes video Funky Monks (which I should prob'ly return to Mike, considering he lent it to me roughly a hundred years ago), I can just picture Flea banging steel pipes to get those big sounds in the percussion breakdown mid-song. And to think that John Frusciante was, what, 19 or 20 at the time BSSM was recorded...? JAY-sus!
5/29/07 - Have A Cigar - Pink Floyd
It was a treat being amongst the capacity crowd to hear Roger Waters sing this one recently at the Whoever-Owns-It-This-Week Amphitheatre in West Palm Beach. That joint gets turned over more often than a hooker's mattress. I was impressed that Rog could hold that long bit in "traaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiinnnnnnnn" (note: the vocals on the album track belong to Roy Harper. Shut up, Dave). Another treat was the fistfight that broke out between the two drunkards mere feet from the tiny piece of real estate Gabby and I had claimed like squatters on the lawn. This is the second fight I've seen at a show (coincidentally, both at the same venue), the first of which provided me with my Most Ironic Concert Moment Ever:
During James Taylor's singing of Shower the People (yes, that's "Shower the people you love with love / show them the way that you fee-eel"), two guys a few rows in front of us start throwing punches and pummeling the crap out of each other. They had to be broken apart by security personnel and escorted out. JT and band never stopped playing, as they were oblivious to this little slice of hippie-love-gone-sour. I said to the guy behind me, as I laughed my ass off, "A fight at a James Taylor show is like a hug at a hockey match!"
Sing it with me, kids: Shower the people in front of you with blows..........
My completely-unsurprising results:
| You are a Social Liberal (76% permissive) and an... Economic Liberal (8% permissive) You are best described as a:
Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test |
I practically flew right off the charts into some as-yet-undefined area of liberalism, a place where trees hug you back and the heart spews blood volcanically.
When given the opportunity to create a new law, here was (were) my suggestion(s):
"48. And finally, if you could make up ONE new law and have it enforced FOREVER, by goons, what would your law be? Use your imagination, let your despotic instincts run free.
I would dictate that... people planning to have children need to take parenting courses ahead of time and, if they fail, must be sterilized or otherwise rendered so hideously ugly that no one would ever again consider breeding with them. Also, there needs to be a law dictating what you can and cannot name a child, 'cos this shit's really getting out of hand. Throw some letters back in the Scrabble bag and pick a few new ones before you name your kid Qwwaneshianyah. Please. He'll thanks you later and prob'ly not shoot you... at least not for that."
If you're reading this, considered yerself tagged. Now, go forth and quiz thyself.
Oh, and the latest Song O' The Morn entries:
5/28/07 - Breaking the Girl - Red Hot Chili Peppers
1991's Blood Sugar Sex Magik never gets old and has yet to start sounding dated. I would put it up against any album of its time-or since-for pure funkiness, groove, power and balls. Sandwiched between the funk/rap of If You Have To Ask and soulful grit of Funky Monks, BTG could have been lost with its simple, straightforward acoustic guitar and crooning vocal, but the placement is perfect. And after watching the behind-the-scenes video Funky Monks (which I should prob'ly return to Mike, considering he lent it to me roughly a hundred years ago), I can just picture Flea banging steel pipes to get those big sounds in the percussion breakdown mid-song. And to think that John Frusciante was, what, 19 or 20 at the time BSSM was recorded...? JAY-sus!
5/29/07 - Have A Cigar - Pink Floyd
It was a treat being amongst the capacity crowd to hear Roger Waters sing this one recently at the Whoever-Owns-It-This-Week Amphitheatre in West Palm Beach. That joint gets turned over more often than a hooker's mattress. I was impressed that Rog could hold that long bit in "traaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiinnnnnnnn" (note: the vocals on the album track belong to Roy Harper. Shut up, Dave). Another treat was the fistfight that broke out between the two drunkards mere feet from the tiny piece of real estate Gabby and I had claimed like squatters on the lawn. This is the second fight I've seen at a show (coincidentally, both at the same venue), the first of which provided me with my Most Ironic Concert Moment Ever:
During James Taylor's singing of Shower the People (yes, that's "Shower the people you love with love / show them the way that you fee-eel"), two guys a few rows in front of us start throwing punches and pummeling the crap out of each other. They had to be broken apart by security personnel and escorted out. JT and band never stopped playing, as they were oblivious to this little slice of hippie-love-gone-sour. I said to the guy behind me, as I laughed my ass off, "A fight at a James Taylor show is like a hug at a hockey match!"
Sing it with me, kids: Shower the people in front of you with blows..........
posted by Keith at 12:08 AM
3 Comments:
You realize this test exists so they round us up for the next boatload to Gitmo, right? :P
I'll bring my water wings.
I tested as a Centrist. Does that mean I cannot make a decision? I'm not sure, I need help. What do you think?
By the way, I do not hug trees, but I do pat them on the back.
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