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I couldn't sleep last night. Why, you ask? Visions of republicans in my head.
I'm actually so stressed about this upcoming election that I've been breaking out. It is so important that John Kerry get elected, I wish more people would realize the consequences of 4 more years of G.W.
Bush's regime have gotten away with murder (literally, over 30,000 dead.) They have lied and manipulated and lied some more. They have deceived and thieved. They are crooks running a dictatorship, and America has allowed this? America? I can't wrap my head around this. It just seems so 3rd world, so, I don't know... UN-AMERICAN.
I watched Kerry's rebuttal last night after the RNC, and thought to myself "now there is a president". Both he and John Edwards are these elegant figures with incredible intelligence and achievements under their belts. Kerry rides a harley, was a leader in the anti-war movement, was a war hero, plays the guitar, writes his own speeches, speaks fluent French... I feel like I'm watching a movie and I know who the good guy is and I want to yell it out in the middle of the theater.
Might I also add that if Bush gets in office this next time around he won't worry about ANY consequences because it will be his last four years.
On top of that, the people who manufacture the new electronic voting machines have donated loads of money to the Republican party... tests have shown that people who have never hacked before in their lives can hack into these machines (once inside the company) and change the results accordingly.
Everyone should be worried... our freedom is at stake here. This isn't a time for apathy.
I leave you with these Bob Dylan lyrics that really bring to life these important hours:
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
I'm actually so stressed about this upcoming election that I've been breaking out. It is so important that John Kerry get elected, I wish more people would realize the consequences of 4 more years of G.W.
Bush's regime have gotten away with murder (literally, over 30,000 dead.) They have lied and manipulated and lied some more. They have deceived and thieved. They are crooks running a dictatorship, and America has allowed this? America? I can't wrap my head around this. It just seems so 3rd world, so, I don't know... UN-AMERICAN.
I watched Kerry's rebuttal last night after the RNC, and thought to myself "now there is a president". Both he and John Edwards are these elegant figures with incredible intelligence and achievements under their belts. Kerry rides a harley, was a leader in the anti-war movement, was a war hero, plays the guitar, writes his own speeches, speaks fluent French... I feel like I'm watching a movie and I know who the good guy is and I want to yell it out in the middle of the theater.
Might I also add that if Bush gets in office this next time around he won't worry about ANY consequences because it will be his last four years.
On top of that, the people who manufacture the new electronic voting machines have donated loads of money to the Republican party... tests have shown that people who have never hacked before in their lives can hack into these machines (once inside the company) and change the results accordingly.
Everyone should be worried... our freedom is at stake here. This isn't a time for apathy.
I leave you with these Bob Dylan lyrics that really bring to life these important hours:
Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead