Disadvantages of being born to Democrats.
My parents are pestering me to vote. I'm like "wate whos dem corzine nd forrester fagots lol."
So, they're like "You know who you're voting for, right?" and I'm like, "see, this is why I didn't want to vote in the first place - well, yeah, I'd probably vote for Corzine anyway, but I just want to make sure that he's not going to endorse putting herpes in the water or something stupid like that." And they're like, "you're voting anyway."
And, I mean, like I said, they raised me well poorly well poorly well to be a liberal. The thing is, I don't believe in blindly following a herd mentality based on red and blue (I'm more partial to a nice chartreuse, possibly paired with burnt sienna), so if I'm not informed enough to make a decent decision, I believe it's my own damn fault and therefore I forfeit my right to vote.
In other words, I didn't give a damn about the mudslinging and Corzine's wife accusing him of doing everything but sticking her toothbrush up some whore's twat and giving her mouth herpes. (Okay, I really overexaggerate, but yeah.) Therefore, since that was the best my state had to offer to me, I don't feel like I should pull the lever of some rickety ass voting machine that was made around the time we dropped the atom bomb on Nagasaki, possibly risking the chance of tetanus, as the last thing we need is more mindless leverbots.
No, I don't exaggerate, or if I do, it's not much. The machines in Jersey really are that old. (Or at least in my county.)
So, they're like "You know who you're voting for, right?" and I'm like, "see, this is why I didn't want to vote in the first place - well, yeah, I'd probably vote for Corzine anyway, but I just want to make sure that he's not going to endorse putting herpes in the water or something stupid like that." And they're like, "you're voting anyway."
And, I mean, like I said, they raised me well poorly well poorly well to be a liberal. The thing is, I don't believe in blindly following a herd mentality based on red and blue (I'm more partial to a nice chartreuse, possibly paired with burnt sienna), so if I'm not informed enough to make a decent decision, I believe it's my own damn fault and therefore I forfeit my right to vote.
In other words, I didn't give a damn about the mudslinging and Corzine's wife accusing him of doing everything but sticking her toothbrush up some whore's twat and giving her mouth herpes. (Okay, I really overexaggerate, but yeah.) Therefore, since that was the best my state had to offer to me, I don't feel like I should pull the lever of some rickety ass voting machine that was made around the time we dropped the atom bomb on Nagasaki, possibly risking the chance of tetanus, as the last thing we need is more mindless leverbots.
No, I don't exaggerate, or if I do, it's not much. The machines in Jersey really are that old. (Or at least in my county.)