Presidential Thoughts 2008
PART FIVE: Election Eve
The final countdown. The polls are promising, the Redskins are losing, and the stars seem aligned. Having said all of that, this is not the time to be cocky or pompous. In the immortal words of Tears for Fears:
"I spy tears in their eyes
They look to the skies for some kind of divine intervention
Food goes to waste, so nice to eat, so nice to taste
Politician Granny with your high ideals
Have you no idea how the majority feels
So without love and a promised land
We're fools to the rules of a government plan
Kick out the style, bring back the jam"
Don't forget to vote, folks. We'll see you on the other side.
The final countdown. The polls are promising, the Redskins are losing, and the stars seem aligned. Having said all of that, this is not the time to be cocky or pompous. In the immortal words of Tears for Fears:
"I spy tears in their eyes
They look to the skies for some kind of divine intervention
Food goes to waste, so nice to eat, so nice to taste
Politician Granny with your high ideals
Have you no idea how the majority feels
So without love and a promised land
We're fools to the rules of a government plan
Kick out the style, bring back the jam"
Don't forget to vote, folks. We'll see you on the other side.