We represent the People!

That's right Joe The Plumber! Sure my lifestyle's different from yours; You don't fly around in a private jet for work, but you understand that. You also understand that a lady needs to look good to woo you, frame my disarming charm and charisma with Versace and Prada. You understand that my stylist gets paid more than the Republican party Foreign Policy Advisor, because style is much more important than how we treat them there foreigners! After all, didn't we handle the Taliban?

$150,000 is a respectable amount of money to keep me looking sharp when I stumble over my words from those horrible reporters and their tricky questions. They actually think they're being fair! But don't you worry my fellow Americans. I'm here to help you cling to your religion and guns, cuz by golly, look what it's gotten us so far!

UHm....

Does the last thing in the world you should do feel so good beCAUSE it's the last thing in the world you should do?

The Wrong Wing

Damn.


Whatever happened to that book? My Moms got me this book of world tales when I was a yung'n. A big blue hardcover with a colourful sleeve long since torn and tattered. Grease stains adorned the cover--hey! Maybe I can get another on eBay...

In it churned tales from around the world, some familiar, most not, each accompanied by beautifully painted illustrations. One such story was The Emperor's New Clothing, its hucksters always off-frame save for their gestculating hands. Of course when the emperor and his entourage toured the city in a nude parade all but one went along. This person seemed to be a beggar, in the illustration, black and apparently too simple to bullshit his majesty. He got a smack for his idiocy. I feel much like that beggar save for the bitch-slap.


Has anyone noticed?


No one is willing to admit they're wrong. Oop! I voted for a Fratboy President, sorry! How was I to know? 'God Bless America' seemed all he breathed and that was good enough for me.

The factless will go along with the tide even when exposed for the hook-line-and-sinkers they are. Oh I've been wrong. More tims than I can count and will be wrong at least one more time before I pass into the unknown and really find out what the fuck is on the other side.

Complacency and Pride are the biggest hurdles we face, not the Fat Cats. They'll be alley cats without the the steady diet we slop into their ever-growing mouths.

The Fall of The American Empire(?)

I heartell McCain is a food company.

I heartell Palin shoots moose so she can't understand Black folk, goshdarnit.

I heartell There'll be a bloodbath if the black president is Martin-Luther-Kinged.

I heartell the East will rise when Babylon falls.


I'm in Canada, but I'll be voting for someone who isn't running.

At least not in these parts.