Yes. It has, of course, as of late, been my pleasure to need to begrudgingly oblige to vote for Kerry in the face of four more years of Bush. While I don't particularly like Kerry or Edwards, and I believe Democrats and Republicans to be two nearly identical sides of one seriously fucked up coin, there is no doubt in my mind who would do a much better job as president. To describe the situation I use the cliche "Pick your poison." In this case, Kerry seems to be the preferred poison.
But then I was thinking the other day. That's right, I was thinking. And what was I thinking, you may ask? Well, I was thinking that, since they are both poisons, both will kill you. Eventually.
The United States is dying. The poison is in its veins, and the egregious outcome at this point is inevitable.
Bush & Co., along with all the deeds to be performed thereby, are the quick poison which will serve to end the life of this ill and ill-fated country in a very timely fasion, nigh instantly.
Kerry and his band of Republicrats, on the other hand, are the slow-working poison, the poison which slowly, over time, eats away at the insides of the country until This Great Republic, gaunt, passes away, agony etched in its face.
So which poison would you rather take? The one which prolongs your suffering, or the one which ends it all with one final gasp?
I would certainly choose the latter.
The end is ineluctable. It is up to us how it comes about.
But then I was thinking the other day. That's right, I was thinking. And what was I thinking, you may ask? Well, I was thinking that, since they are both poisons, both will kill you. Eventually.
The United States is dying. The poison is in its veins, and the egregious outcome at this point is inevitable.
Bush & Co., along with all the deeds to be performed thereby, are the quick poison which will serve to end the life of this ill and ill-fated country in a very timely fasion, nigh instantly.
Kerry and his band of Republicrats, on the other hand, are the slow-working poison, the poison which slowly, over time, eats away at the insides of the country until This Great Republic, gaunt, passes away, agony etched in its face.
So which poison would you rather take? The one which prolongs your suffering, or the one which ends it all with one final gasp?
I would certainly choose the latter.
The end is ineluctable. It is up to us how it comes about.