Damn my lazy ass for not wining and dining politics before now. I failed at history until I fell in love with it only to find I was then an old dog and you know what they say in that respect. So I play a very badly refereed game of catch up. Right now it feels more like dodge ball but I won’t complain. And I find myself in a guilty mess, which dirties my brush burned knees, with that which I have slung at others over time. From pulpit to pew in two seconds flat. Maybe none of us really learn. Or maybe its maintenance which is the real issue. Back to that need to dig my ass out of the pile of political ignorance. One word…media. I find it ridiculously difficult to attempt any sort of reconciliation with my sleeping, and rather cobweb covered, internal voter when so much bullshit is thrown around the god fearing town. It takes a mad man to cipher it all out. Too bad you can’t get some kind of device which buzzes every time someone spews out more lies…wait…second thought …what a toy for noise pollution that would be, huh? The task at hand. You can not read through what the candidates are paid to pay their yes men to say and you can’t read through what the press is paid by the other candidates who are paid by big business to say. Wait…this is starting to sound a bit like wonderland again. And Obama is sitting on the mushroom…smokem if you gottem dude because there are flowers at your feet and trust me they aint calling your name. All hail the big O.
Funny…spell check wanted Osama in that paragraph…