Done
Posted by Harry Haller |
With the Presidential race narrowed to four business as usual Republicans (two running as faux Democrats), the American political system can kiss my backside. Unless Abbie Hoffman resurrects from the grave and runs Pigasus for president, I’ll vote in every race but the executive. As far as I’m concerned, it’s like being given a choice between hemlock, carbon monoxide, a firing squad, or the guillotine. All of them are equally deadly.
For 52 years I’ve clung to the belief that this nation might be changed, one voter at a time, through the political process. I’ve extolled the United States Constitution and urged family and friends to vote their consciences. I’ve argued endlessly with more pragmatic friends that there was progressive hope on the horizon. I was wrong. As long as multinationals control the bulk of campaign contributions, my voter registration card is useful only as toilet tissue in national elections.
My advice to the youth of America? Timothy Leary was right: Turn on, tune in, and drop out. Unless you’re one of the brown shirts, burn your voter registration card and party ’til you drop. If you’re headed for Armageddon anyway, you may as well enjoy the ride.
I’m through with politics.
It’s funny that you consider the 4 choices to be republican, because as a died-in-the-wool-bible thumping-Jerry-Falwell-fanatic-hyperconservative-republican, I consider the 4 choices to be democrats, especially John McCain, who will probably wind up representing our party even though he is DEM through and through. I plan to vote for Mickey Mouse!
Oh just shoot me now! You don’t vote, she’s voting for Mickey Mouse, I can’t stand it!