Terrorism...it sucks bad
Basically, terrorists are the scum of the earth. I have a great idea for all terrorists or people considering becoming terrorists...get a day job! Become a productive member of society! I know it's a crazy idea, but the thought of innocent people being the butt of some religious statement or otherwise makes me positively disgusted. I know that this is a touchy subject, but the more we avoid things that people uncomfortable, the more we sink into the depths of ignorance.
Think I needed to get that off of my chest? Shall we move onto something less political? What do you think about Hillary Clinton (or as I like to call her, Satan)? Satan will be running for office when Bush's term ends in 2008. I realize that there are a lot of Satan lovers out there, but let's face the music people! I am a woman who is independent, gainfully employed and a regular at the voting booths; however this country would be worse off with a woman as President, especially if Satan was to miraculously buy, barter, and/or bed her way into the White House (again!... or was that Bill?).
Once politicians scramble into the realm of a presidential election race, most morals, ethics and consciences disappear like underwear on a prom date. Speaking of underwear coming off, let's talk about Bill Clinton. I don't have a nickname for Bill. I don't think he's inherently evil like his wife. However, it is time for the Democratic Party to find a new poster boy, but are democrats really desperate enough to lay their hopes of the future on Satan? I know John Kerry didn't work out so well, but there's got to be someone else on deck.
I know what to talk about now...the war! Living in San Diego, I have run into many men that have served in the Middle East, but they really don't look like men until they come back from the war. It's amazing to me that 18 and 19 year olds are fighting an enemy they can't see. I've seen them in the airports getting ready to depart for their tour and I've seen others who have just returned. It's amazing how naive and tender they look before they leave and how weary and disillusioned they are when they come back. Just listening to them tell the story of part of their journey warms up the tear ducts. They have given up so much and their reverence and strength make me proud to call myself an American.
Okay, okay. I'm off of my soap box now!
Think I needed to get that off of my chest? Shall we move onto something less political? What do you think about Hillary Clinton (or as I like to call her, Satan)? Satan will be running for office when Bush's term ends in 2008. I realize that there are a lot of Satan lovers out there, but let's face the music people! I am a woman who is independent, gainfully employed and a regular at the voting booths; however this country would be worse off with a woman as President, especially if Satan was to miraculously buy, barter, and/or bed her way into the White House (again!... or was that Bill?).
Once politicians scramble into the realm of a presidential election race, most morals, ethics and consciences disappear like underwear on a prom date. Speaking of underwear coming off, let's talk about Bill Clinton. I don't have a nickname for Bill. I don't think he's inherently evil like his wife. However, it is time for the Democratic Party to find a new poster boy, but are democrats really desperate enough to lay their hopes of the future on Satan? I know John Kerry didn't work out so well, but there's got to be someone else on deck.
I know what to talk about now...the war! Living in San Diego, I have run into many men that have served in the Middle East, but they really don't look like men until they come back from the war. It's amazing to me that 18 and 19 year olds are fighting an enemy they can't see. I've seen them in the airports getting ready to depart for their tour and I've seen others who have just returned. It's amazing how naive and tender they look before they leave and how weary and disillusioned they are when they come back. Just listening to them tell the story of part of their journey warms up the tear ducts. They have given up so much and their reverence and strength make me proud to call myself an American.
Okay, okay. I'm off of my soap box now!
posted by Martha | 12:15 PM
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