Cthulhu gathers strength
Since Fred's no longer in the race, I'm forced to write-in on my vote, come November.
And since he was my horse, and I can't even hold my nose to vote for any of the other candidates, Cthulhu gets the nod.
For the FIRST time in my adult life, I can't conscientiously cast a vote for either of the major parties, regardless of who now gets the nomination.
Bring on the Suckage.
We're sure to get another 8 years of it.
And since he was my horse, and I can't even hold my nose to vote for any of the other candidates, Cthulhu gets the nod.
For the FIRST time in my adult life, I can't conscientiously cast a vote for either of the major parties, regardless of who now gets the nomination.
Bring on the Suckage.
We're sure to get another 8 years of it.
Labels: Derision, Politics, Stepping on your own Schwanze
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As Ambulance Driver said back in March of 2007:
"It seems the election choices are going to be one enormous shit sandwich. We only get to choose whether we eat it on white or whole wheat."
Truer words were never spoken.
Whit or whole wheat only if we're lucky - I'm not sure that it isn't gonna be rolled into a "Veggi-wrap" and shoved somewhere...
Gentlemen,
Indeed, you are both correct.
Not looking pretty.
My move couldn't be much worse for timing.
Dirt, you must keep me informed of the situation once I'm residing on the other side of the pond.
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