McCain is a fossil, if not a living dinosaur with the imprints of Bush written all over his jurassic brain. Come election day and he might just as well be a prehistoric artifact, the kind of which can only be glimpsed at in museum exhibits along with Tut's mummified body and jars of ash in mausolea. I don't need to make excuses for my French; it's my second tongue. Besides, I'm Obama all the way.
The last few weeks bear witness to how McCain's tactics have gotten from bad to worse. The signs of desperation are there, make no mistake about that. It reveals how much the old man is itching to truly prove to the world how he has become the alter ego of the younger Bush, the very extension of a warmonger waging a futile battle in foreign soil all before the altar of an unspeakable delusion. Well, you only have to look at where America is now. You funnel your country's resources into your war machines, paying more than what you can earn, you need not be surprised if your nation simmers to an unbearable point. You watch your major financial institutions crumble down, chipping away in huge blocks preferably in billions of dollars, staring in a dumbfounded awe whilst the cogs of your economy tuck themselves to a grinding halt and you only begin to realize the utter folly of your decision to wield the mighty cannon and aim it at distant shores. You have McCain, you get the same wisdom, or the lack thereof, of Bush. You have McCain, the pretentious Maverick sporting his highly romanticized veteran years in the Vietnam war—which is perhaps the worst defeat in American history—and you get the same lineage of chief executives dancing juramentado in enemy lines.
At the most, McCain truly lives up to the name of the Grand Old Party, much so on the first two words of the phrase. At the least, the more the guy disjuncts himself from Bush with his coy answers, the more he appears to be just like him, an unmistakable carbon copy. Talk about him beating around the bush.
I don't exactly know what it is with McCain that cajoles some Americans into thinking that he can salvage America from the pits of hell, or undo the damage brought by the havoc of its wars against other countries. I don't exactly know what it is with McCain that forces Americans to be tightly glued to his campaigns, following his trails across the states, staring at the image of a man who has seen the world grow and change, or shrink and stagnate in seven decades and two years. Mentioning his last name, I can only recall burgers in that western fastfood chain, the one with the clown sporting a red hair, famous for a meal that is anything but happy. But other than that, I can only think of one word. Or letter.
W, as in Dubya. And you know what they say, you only get what you deserve. You order for a McCain and you get the same old serving of Bush fries. A relentless America screaming for the same old politics will get them a McCain rule shoved up their rear ends head-first. Unless of course the land of the free and the home of the brave has already learned its tormenting lessons from the administration of Bush, none of the things that pluck nightmare out of their white dreams and straight into their everyday lives will begin to diminish and vanish from sight.
And upon watching Fox News repeatedly, I don't get what greater lunacy can there be. Bill O'Reilly and his Republican cohorts in their Republican media outlet can only do an unfathomable disgrace to the voting public, which is a great disservice at that, creating a more frightening thought of how Republicans with minds closely resembling that of Paris Hilton can truly bend the mind to wanton levels of obscenity. Truly, Fox is fair and balanced when it comes to the elections. Well, fair and balanced for the Republican elephants.
You also have the prospect of a soccer mom for a vice-president. Nothing personal against Sarah Palin, but she's no less than an attack dog under McCain's leash, never tiring of summoning the old political propaganda and smear tactics. All bark and no bite, others put it. No wonder she can clearly see Russia from across her lawn. It's a visual disorder that is yet to be explained by American optometrists. It's quite ironic how she and her old man have both turned to desperation for that ounce of cure for their bleeding campaigns, putting a black man in the shadows only to end up giving him more light to shine upon him.
But enough of elephants. It's about time for Americans to stop bearing the weight of a mammoth on their shoulders. There's more to a donkey than a jackass.
The last few weeks bear witness to how McCain's tactics have gotten from bad to worse. The signs of desperation are there, make no mistake about that. It reveals how much the old man is itching to truly prove to the world how he has become the alter ego of the younger Bush, the very extension of a warmonger waging a futile battle in foreign soil all before the altar of an unspeakable delusion. Well, you only have to look at where America is now. You funnel your country's resources into your war machines, paying more than what you can earn, you need not be surprised if your nation simmers to an unbearable point. You watch your major financial institutions crumble down, chipping away in huge blocks preferably in billions of dollars, staring in a dumbfounded awe whilst the cogs of your economy tuck themselves to a grinding halt and you only begin to realize the utter folly of your decision to wield the mighty cannon and aim it at distant shores. You have McCain, you get the same wisdom, or the lack thereof, of Bush. You have McCain, the pretentious Maverick sporting his highly romanticized veteran years in the Vietnam war—which is perhaps the worst defeat in American history—and you get the same lineage of chief executives dancing juramentado in enemy lines.
At the most, McCain truly lives up to the name of the Grand Old Party, much so on the first two words of the phrase. At the least, the more the guy disjuncts himself from Bush with his coy answers, the more he appears to be just like him, an unmistakable carbon copy. Talk about him beating around the bush.
I don't exactly know what it is with McCain that cajoles some Americans into thinking that he can salvage America from the pits of hell, or undo the damage brought by the havoc of its wars against other countries. I don't exactly know what it is with McCain that forces Americans to be tightly glued to his campaigns, following his trails across the states, staring at the image of a man who has seen the world grow and change, or shrink and stagnate in seven decades and two years. Mentioning his last name, I can only recall burgers in that western fastfood chain, the one with the clown sporting a red hair, famous for a meal that is anything but happy. But other than that, I can only think of one word. Or letter.
W, as in Dubya. And you know what they say, you only get what you deserve. You order for a McCain and you get the same old serving of Bush fries. A relentless America screaming for the same old politics will get them a McCain rule shoved up their rear ends head-first. Unless of course the land of the free and the home of the brave has already learned its tormenting lessons from the administration of Bush, none of the things that pluck nightmare out of their white dreams and straight into their everyday lives will begin to diminish and vanish from sight.
And upon watching Fox News repeatedly, I don't get what greater lunacy can there be. Bill O'Reilly and his Republican cohorts in their Republican media outlet can only do an unfathomable disgrace to the voting public, which is a great disservice at that, creating a more frightening thought of how Republicans with minds closely resembling that of Paris Hilton can truly bend the mind to wanton levels of obscenity. Truly, Fox is fair and balanced when it comes to the elections. Well, fair and balanced for the Republican elephants.
You also have the prospect of a soccer mom for a vice-president. Nothing personal against Sarah Palin, but she's no less than an attack dog under McCain's leash, never tiring of summoning the old political propaganda and smear tactics. All bark and no bite, others put it. No wonder she can clearly see Russia from across her lawn. It's a visual disorder that is yet to be explained by American optometrists. It's quite ironic how she and her old man have both turned to desperation for that ounce of cure for their bleeding campaigns, putting a black man in the shadows only to end up giving him more light to shine upon him.
But enough of elephants. It's about time for Americans to stop bearing the weight of a mammoth on their shoulders. There's more to a donkey than a jackass.
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