Toast...

I think one of the reasons I started this blog (but just one of the reasons) was to rant about all of the crap that the republicans are doing or are going to do to steal the upcoming election. But, frankly, I've grown tired of paying attention to the political childishness on a daily (or even weekly) basis. The juvenile depths to which the McCain campaign has demonstrated they are willing to go, just to convince themselves that they actually have a shot at winning, are embarassing. But what they have shown is that they are going to get the bloody piss beat out of them in November. I'm truly bored with the whole thing already. Crazy John is toast.

And the GOP gives a collective...YIKES!

Fuck them.

Now, that said, I promise to get re-interested in the silliness if one scenario that a friend of mine laid out for me a month or so ago comes to pass. My pal maintains that Crazy John will not, in fact, be the Republican candidate come convention time. No, my friend believes that Grandpa Munster will step out of the race, citing health reasons, and open the door for a douche bag like Williard Romney (that's Mitt the shit, for those of you keeping score). Like I said, if that happens...I'm in! I've always had a soft spot for the circus.

But barring that, the only question remains...margerine or jelly? Oh wait...McCain will just be dry toast. Dry, white toast.

By the way...and, yes, I know many others have made this comparison...the other night I was watching some archival footage of Bobby Kennedy (because new footage of him is hard to come by) and the similarities between the way Bobby related to people while on the campaign trail and the way Barack does are astounding. The connections are real for Barack, just as they were for Bobby. People want to believe...wanted to believe. The real difference is that Bobby, I don't think, would cave for the sake of political expediency in the way that Barack has shown he is willing to do.

Plus he nailed Marilyn Monroe.