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Same Old Republican Nonsense

Supporting yet another flag burning ban
Supporting a ban on gay marriage
Spying on just about everyone
Refusing to set a date for withdrawal from Iraq
Bringing up abortion, homosexuality, patriotism, the right to bear arms, and so on, in an effort to divert attention from the real issues.

Yeah. Can't have Americans exercising their freedoms, or making commitments to and caring about each other. Can't have people worrying about details like that little nuisance called privacy, or saving Americans from dying in war that was started based on a big fat lie. And we sure can't have a real debate on why Bush hasn't been impeached, or why our federal deficit is something like a gazillion dollars, or why members of Congress and folks in the White House keep getting investigated for bribery and corruption and whatnot.

Could we please talk about a real issue?! Our economy's a mess. Our military's in trouble. Our reputation in the world is atrocious. We have the village idiot for a president. The rich are getting richer, the poor poorer, and the middle-class is disappearing. It just goes on and on.


In this world of sin and sorrow there is always something to be thankful for; as for me, I rejoice that I am not a Republican
H.L. Mencken

Comments

Brianne said…
Yeah it's sad. It's one of those things that you can't think about for very long otherwise the enormity of it becomes overwhelming and then you get all stressed out and get a headache and think, "What can I do? I'm just one person," and it just spirals out of control.

At least that's what happens to me.

Honestly. What can we do?

Oh - and about "We have the village idiot for a president"? Truer words were never spoken (written, typed, etc.)
1:07 PM
Amy said…
I owe my father-in-law credit for that village idiot comment. He made it last weekend, and I liked it so much, I've been saying it ever since. Thanks Paul!
2:24 PM
FletcherDodge said…
To be fair, not even AlGore is in favor of setting a deadline for leaving Iraq (at least, that's what he told Letterman the other night).
4:36 PM
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