Listen up kids, I'm not quoting song lyrics here
In a post that's sure to get me taken offa more than a hand full of browbeating liberalites friends lists; I'd like to say:
Pick up the pieces of your shattered life... and MOVE ON!
It's so easy to blame a central figure for your woes and what you think is wrong with america. Me personally? I'm not too terribly much of a patriot but I do know that complaining doesn't get you anywhere. I'm tired of the fair weather democrats that couldn't form their opinions on social policy without micheal moore feeding them talking points in an easily digestible DVD with pop-star soundtrack.
Since when is hating our current president such a national pasttime? Monday morning quarterback commanders-in-chief can go to hell. I can't imagine the day to day pressures of having to make decisions concerning the future of superpower when I have trouble deciding what to eat for dinner.
I admit I'm not a huge bush fan but I voted for him. Why? Because I believe that he's honestly doing what he believes is best for the country.
Before you lump me in as some rightist bible thumping weirdo, I challenge you to keep your discourse civil and intellectual and actually discuss issues instead of adopting meloncholy over kerry's loss because it's the "in" thing to do. Quite honestly in the final weeks of the campaign you could've taken the names off of statements made by the two first party candidates and you'd not be albe to tell the difference. They're both poll-chasing politicians who for some reason or another want the toughest job in the world.
Now I can quote a song:
"Heads of State who ride and wrangle,
Who look at your face from more than one angle,
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives through Chicken McNuggets.
Now Heads of State who ride and wrangle,
Who look at your face from more than one angle,
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives through Chicken McNuggets.
Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Learn to buck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Learn to buck up.
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder,
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Who crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels.
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder,
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Who crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels.
Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Learn to buck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Learn to buck up.
Now simple feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smoky spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets.
Now clever feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smoky spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets."
-Nugget-Cake-
And here's some random pictures of me, in a hat.
Pick up the pieces of your shattered life... and MOVE ON!
It's so easy to blame a central figure for your woes and what you think is wrong with america. Me personally? I'm not too terribly much of a patriot but I do know that complaining doesn't get you anywhere. I'm tired of the fair weather democrats that couldn't form their opinions on social policy without micheal moore feeding them talking points in an easily digestible DVD with pop-star soundtrack.
Since when is hating our current president such a national pasttime? Monday morning quarterback commanders-in-chief can go to hell. I can't imagine the day to day pressures of having to make decisions concerning the future of superpower when I have trouble deciding what to eat for dinner.
I admit I'm not a huge bush fan but I voted for him. Why? Because I believe that he's honestly doing what he believes is best for the country.
Before you lump me in as some rightist bible thumping weirdo, I challenge you to keep your discourse civil and intellectual and actually discuss issues instead of adopting meloncholy over kerry's loss because it's the "in" thing to do. Quite honestly in the final weeks of the campaign you could've taken the names off of statements made by the two first party candidates and you'd not be albe to tell the difference. They're both poll-chasing politicians who for some reason or another want the toughest job in the world.
Now I can quote a song:
"Heads of State who ride and wrangle,
Who look at your face from more than one angle,
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives through Chicken McNuggets.
Now Heads of State who ride and wrangle,
Who look at your face from more than one angle,
Can cut you from their bloated budgets
Like sharpened knives through Chicken McNuggets.
Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Learn to buck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Learn to buck up.
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder,
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Who crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels.
Now nimble fingers that dance on numbers
Will eat your children and steal your thunder,
While heavy torsos that heave and hurl
Who crunch like nuts in the mouths of squirrels.
Shut the fuck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Learn to buck up.
Shut the fuck up.
Learn to buck up.
Now simple feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smoky spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets.
Now clever feet that flicker like fire
And burn like candles in smoky spires
Do more to turn my joy to sadness
Than somber thoughts of burning planets."
-Nugget-Cake-
And here's some random pictures of me, in a hat.