How feeble does the GOP imagine my mind is?
All McCain's "my friends" crap is making me miss Palin's bullshit winking!
And on a local level, I don't know Wayne Parker. I have no idea what, besides "family values" (Which family?), he stands for. He sounds smug and self-righteous so I'm sure he's the candidate of Alabamanian choice, but I am so tired of listening to him say, "I'm Wayne Parker and I approve this message" that I hurdled the couch to mute the TV and now my back is thrown out and my right knee clicks when I walk.
November 4th can't come so enough! I have election fatigue that not even irresponsible drinking can cure. McCain is morphing into an epic sniveling dickwad ("If he gets response time, then I want response time. Waaaaaah!"). My old favorite, Joe Biden, is sporting ill-advised and, one assumes, ill-dispensed Botox that I can't even look at, let alone respect. Obama is waiting til when? to kick McCain in his hip replacement. And I can't even tell you how I feel about Palin. I can't even talk about her. The bile rises up in my throat and then I gotta go drink irresponsibly again and all of this just keeps playing in a continuous loop!
I would be willing to blow Karl Rove on a rigged Diebold voting machine while shoving flag pins under my fingernails on Alaskan soil in full view of the head-rearing Russians to bring this national nightmare to an early close.
I just want my old life back...
And on a local level, I don't know Wayne Parker. I have no idea what, besides "family values" (Which family?), he stands for. He sounds smug and self-righteous so I'm sure he's the candidate of Alabamanian choice, but I am so tired of listening to him say, "I'm Wayne Parker and I approve this message" that I hurdled the couch to mute the TV and now my back is thrown out and my right knee clicks when I walk.
November 4th can't come so enough! I have election fatigue that not even irresponsible drinking can cure. McCain is morphing into an epic sniveling dickwad ("If he gets response time, then I want response time. Waaaaaah!"). My old favorite, Joe Biden, is sporting ill-advised and, one assumes, ill-dispensed Botox that I can't even look at, let alone respect. Obama is waiting til when? to kick McCain in his hip replacement. And I can't even tell you how I feel about Palin. I can't even talk about her. The bile rises up in my throat and then I gotta go drink irresponsibly again and all of this just keeps playing in a continuous loop!
I would be willing to blow Karl Rove on a rigged Diebold voting machine while shoving flag pins under my fingernails on Alaskan soil in full view of the head-rearing Russians to bring this national nightmare to an early close.
I just want my old life back...