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Jan. 21, 2008 A new thought about the “cluster-fund” about the list of applicants running for the highest seat on the land, (not the one run by Simon Cowell) Right now you couldn’t swing a dead cat without hitting some sort of pundit, politician, or backer. And just for the record, I was there with a large sack filled with cats. Well, maybe a small sack with an anemic fourteen year old tabby we’re taking to vet. And if Flea would’ve had the intensional fortitude to hiss or at the very least yark up a hair-ball then we wouldn’t have missed. I’ve spent a considerable amount of time not only watching the candidates talk but what others are also saying. I always try to write, to illustrate a point that might be glossed over or is missing entirely. I want to write the truth as I see it, not have it filtered to me by any of the on screen talents. Which leads me to this new revelation. A Republican is going to win. Right now it’s not clear who, and the man that does win may not be my candidate of choice. But he is going to win not just on his platform but because who he ran against. He will get the votes not only from the standards of the republican party but I sense a large number of dems voting for them as well. Why? Am I mad? Insane? Probably. But,... From a dem point of view they see truths that can’t be glossed over or spun and twisted and for them it looks like, “Okay, the war is working, economy is going alright, No one likes the illegal immigration policies, global warming is turning out to be just as stable as Britteny Spears commitment to motherhood, and ‘oh my secret shame’ I like the tax cuts.” Now you might get a handful of dems to openly come out in support these republic candidates, or you can pick to run the most polarizing woman in American politics, a woman that would socialize the NFL if she could, and change her title to Empress if she thought she could get the votes. You also have a candidate with a voice like Barry White, the charm of a young Kennedy but with the lyrics done by Rosie O’Donnel. Nice to listen to, just as long as you don’t pay attention to the words. So you see, you can keep driving your Prius and wear your pins proudly proclaiming your support, and at the end of the day, when all the votes are in, and all your friends have left with bitter tears in their eyes all the while screaming for a recount, you, yes I know who you are, can quietly go back to your empty home and crack open that 40 year old bottle of scotch you were saving for just this type of celebration. And say to yourself that, yes, the country will be safe for another for years. I know I will. ------------ About the author: Mike Russell is a Ninja/fighter pilot/ astronaut with x-ray vision who likes to make up stuff about the author when his wife isn't looking. Email Michael F Russell: mikerussellus@yahoo.com ------------ |
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