I'd have to move to Mopetown.

Okay, wouldn't it suck...



So, we know The Election will be a huge deal and very, very close, right?



But, some of us have the balls to sit around guessing that it won't be as close as polling predicts. We're all convinced that Kerry will really crush; resulting in a humiliating Bush tail-between-the-legs defeat. We: the so-called Liberal Intelligensia.



But, what if?



What if the reverse somehow happens? Bush in a Nixonian, Reaganian LANDSLIDE! A fucking mandate!



Wouldn't it suck?!



Once I got out of the psych ward, I'd have to move to Canada, or France...

today's Bethesda graffiti:



"Ku Klux Fag"



Funny

Six for six

feel the burn

reel the yearn

letting the addiction of insanity

take the mind and body to places

undesireable yet unavoidable



Time to make contingency plans

because the big brave facade

is starting to crumble

into heaps of fear and remorse

shit yeah I'm really, really scared



If I should survive myself

I would be the luckiest man alive

postponing death for at least another year

so I can really say

looking forward at forty



What do they take us for?

Fools?

drunk and high on the power of chickenshit

Save the Troops



...for a rainy day

...for target practice

...for political gain

...from themselves

...the pain and suffering

...from the humiliation

...from the president

1) I forgot what goes here.



2) Halloween is the next, new Christmas.



3) I forgot what goes here.

Shallow processing of complexities

Confidence in data-less facts

The WILL as dictated by mysterious higher powers

And the toppling of a keen experiment

After only 228 short years

Six for Seven

Wallowing in cornography

Momentum building upon momentum

Skulls & Bones of

The Idle progeny of the ruling class



A shock treatment imposed

Upon cities aflame

Pink-eyed self-abuser

of various nouns - indiscriminant



Nuns and homosexuals

sharing psychic spaces if not similar gods



Straw for hair

hammer-headed sharks

bobble-head upon racks of pointy bones



[and I don't like what you got me hangin' from]



RED power tie

WHITE crisp shirt

& BLUE pinstripe suit



Shit for phone hanging from your ear

you got a fucking hole in your shoe!

no one alerted you

Lying motherfuckers

It's time to shut 'em down

Symptom relief without surgery

Hit 'em hard ('cuz this is hard work)

Play the blues



So Partisan It's actually quite painful

Ideology entrenched into competing camps:

I Am Right & They Are Wrong

A universe divided

Split into halves and "haves"



Take me by the hand

Lead me to places where care

Doesn't exist anymore

To states united intelligently

Effectively and carefully



The achievement of balances

Across many multi-layered dimensions

Harmony the ultimate destination

A journey fraught with misery

Unimaginable pain and suffering



Lying motherfuckers all

It was Andy Griffith meets Barney Fife