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Please Say No!

I don't know who these Republicans are!

Fifty-two percent of Republican voters believe
that Acorn stole 9,500,000 votes to give
Barack Obama the Presidency!

Acorn registered poor voters, on the curious belief
that poor people should be allowed to vote. 
When Acorn discovered that some of its workers,
who were being paid piecemeal, concocted goofy names
they claim to have registered--none of whom every voted,
of course:  it was just a way to get paid--Acorn reported
the idiots.  The few fools reported the Dallas Cowboy
football team, dead people, and Mickey Mouse.

Maybe the Dallas Cowboy football team voted, once,
in the normal Texas way, but it was more likely for
steroid supplements than for Obama and health care.

But a majority of Republican voters believe
that Mickey Mouse and nine million cemetery residents
put Barack Obama into office!  Yowser!  Who said that
amazing religious belief is no longer to be found among us?

Here in Minnesota, our Very Own Michele Bachmann
reports almost daily that her fellow Congressional delegates
are plotting to destroy the nation.  She wants them investigated
for unamerican activities.  She wants to be re-elected
so that she can be one of the good guys among them. 
Michele is a conspiracy machine!

What kind of people want Sarah Palin to become President?
(She won't, of course, because she does not know shit from
Shinola, and she cannot remember what version of the truth
she told the last time.  Her book, "Going Rogue:  I Did Not Say
What I Said", has all the credence of an oil company ad.)
She participated in a ceremony to cast out demons, and her
husband--the guy with the snowmobile--thinks that Alaska
should become an independent nation.  Sarah quit her job
as Governor of Alaska to show that she is not a quitter.
She claims high moral ground, and her family situation is just
like most people's:  screwed up.  She is a Republican darling!

What is this!

Let us be at least minimally honest:  the Democrats are
screwed up, too.  The Senate is committed to crocheting itself
into a ball of tangled yarns.  It cannot do anything!!
The Republicans in the House wave copies of Dick and Jane
and proclaim them to be health care plans, budgets,
and evidence that no government at all is the best government,
except for a few rules about what women should be allowed
to do, and who should be allowed to bed together.

"Keep government out of my Medicare, get me a gun,
unleash the insurance companies, Drill, Baby, Drill!,
and isn't Sarah Palin a darlin'?"

When people are scared, as we are now, clawing our way
back from hopeless wars, a near-greatest depression of them
all, a government (and citizenry) that wants public services
but that is unwilling to pay for them, that does not give
a good-god-damn about equity, and who think that we are
about to be overrun with Mexicans and Somalis and other
non-Europeans, none of whom can talk good like us,
then we get what we have now:  near-insanity.  We get
Michele Bachmann and Sarah Palin and that guy with
the can of spray tan.  We get Rush Limbaugh and Glenn Beck.

We don't really get what we deserve. do we?  Please say no!

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