While cruising the
internet I ran into a story about possible voter fraud in '04. I say possible, but the article says
definite (check it out
here). I'll hold my judgement for now, but it did get me thinking, not about what could have been, but rather the fact that regardless of what is going in people tend to stick to their party. It is maddening for me when I see people completely disregard what their party is doing because they refuse to say or think anything bad about them. I tend to vote democrat, but that doesn't mean I'll do it every time. I have seen the democrats make some fairly stupid decisions (not pointing fingers but choosing John Kerry to represent in an election where nearly anyone could have beaten Bush Jr.). It is
bizarre how people can just pass over
relevant facts because it is
convenient. I guess it is partly because our society has decided that you can't be partially right, it's either you're with me or you're against me. Nothing illustrates that better than Rush Limbaugh saying that he wants Obama to fail (seriously?), but I don't want to talk about that -
Margaret and Helen did a much better job then I ever will. Anyways, here is the poem it inspired - it either has poop in it cause I think this entire matter is shit, or just because I like poop jokes.
Party Lines
I have to go to the bathroom
it is embarrassing
but everybody poops (right?).
But there are these stupid lines
and I have to follow the rules.
I have to wait.
Have to follow what someone else tells me.
My opinion doesn't matter here
not even when I get into that little booth
and have to make a decision
because I already know what I am going to do
there really wasn't ever a choice.
Copyright 2009 William Curb
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