I wish I were excited enough about politics to write about it. But I'm not.
Thinking about politics, even briefly, makes me dyspeptic.
I thank god that I'm not in America to see all the details on TV.
I know who they are, the perp's.
Giuliani, the prosecuting attorney (the job of a prosecuting attorney is to put innocent people in jail. Don't believe me? Ask one. "It's not my job to decide who's innocent or guilty, that's the jury's job.")
McCain, the poor, broken down POW, that's a mind-set you can't ever leave behind. I've seen the pictures. Not all POW's look like beat-down dogs. Now he giggles at torture and laughs about "more wars."
Mitt, who, let's face it, business success notwithstanding, is not too bright.
Hiliary I like, she's double-plus-smart, she can take a punch, but do we really need x years of the Republicans in another snit?
Barak Husein Obama is Black, no doubt, just look at him, that's the rules, if you look Black, you are Black, because people will treat you Black, but he's an Oreo as sure as I use bad language, and you fucking better believe that I use bad language.
Reverend Huckabee is still in the race, a terrible indictment of our political system.
Huck, Paul, Gravel, Thompson, what are people thinking?
John Edwards, if I were injured by a dangerous product, I'd hire him in a minute. President?
So no, I won't be writing about politics. It's too depressing.