Well said, Herring405 ... You won't get an argument from me. Although your guy ai'nt likely to get a shot. Les we boycott the lot this time around.
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How many times does a person have to watch The Big Lebowski or Suicide Kings, or Bullworth, or The Corporation, or Bob Roberts, or Fahrenheit 9/11, or Cool Hand Luke, or All The King’s Men, or Dogma, or Running on Empty, or JFK, or Mr. Smith Goes to Washington; or walk pretty much anywhere with a good friend, or fish off a canoe, or stand under an umbrella rock in the rain, or fly a self-built airplane, or look at an eagle in a tree anywhere beside I80W in early Fall, or pull a perfectly healthy indigenous plant, or paint a relatively straight edge where there’ll be no trim to cover a relatively sloppy one, or listen to a son playing an original lick on quadrasynth with a faint but fresh hicky on his neck the Sunday morning after homecoming, or listen to your favorite iTunes mix with morning sun lighting the room & suddenly feeling a sense of mourning for certain privileges lost in recent years, or dust off a row of books while reading the bindings and remembering, or take a stand when the odds or the opinions are against you, or watch CSPAN, or learn a new chord on an old guitar, or click off the TV or the radio or the laptop or the cell phone in besieged awareness and disgust, or read the dedication & lyrics of TRIAGE while listening with headphones on; or grind coffee beans to wake up your spouse, or pay for materials to maintain your family house, or step outside into your backyard, or check the oil in your American car with Japanese parts, or replace the breaks on your Japanese car with American tools, or consider all the taxes you pay across the board & try to imagine how it’s actually being spent; or think about how much you spent on health care this year in relation to how much health care you actually needed in our beautiful land of FUD and the like; or check the football schedule, or drink a cold (or warm) Guinness, or climb a ladder knowing there’s a wasp nest somewhere in the soffit near the top, or throw a frisbee or a baseball with a kid ye dig so much more than you actually dig yourself or anyone else; or eat a perfectly prepared…egg or an immaculate cut of sushi or a bowl of wedding soup, or stop at the umpteenth stoplight on your way to work, or get cut off by some edgy self-involved fuck in an Escalade, or see a play off-off Broadway cause Broadway’s far too far away, or read a script to prepare for a small part in a big performance, or choose a perfect gobo to back a scene, or swim in the ocean, or look at the ocean, or stand by the ocean, or walk or run or lay by the ocean, or smell & feel the ocean with a storm coming, or know the coast is only 8 hours away & yet it continues to remain only 8 hours away for the entire spring & summer!; or dance, or sing, or fuck or make deep and lifelong love, or look into the eyes of a newfound love interest and ease mutually into that first kiss, or know that someone you raised with every doable effort to be a good man has surely done a good bit of the teen-skinny-bop of one base-rounding form or another very recently because he’s walking a half-inch higher in his slippers this morning and there’s just a hint of light beneath his soles, & you smile…and then think about the girl…..and her parents…and trust that you really did raise him well; or how many times does a person have to breath the scent of an odd and acrid smelling chemical on an otherwise clear and seemingly perfect night’s wind, or notice an increase of Stateys lurking in the shadows of old State/County Routes & feel the walls closing in more and more every year, or, simply, think for-one’s-self about 21st Century America & everything she’s meant to you and your loved ones for so many years…b4 you finally vote:
NONE OF THE ABOVE
