Here's a big fat cheers to the puppeteers and their friends . . . .

Politics are not something I can really deal with lately. Am I right or left? I think I’d rather drive a chain-saw through my head than decide that fact. Is there any difference is perhaps the more important question. I am most expectedly tired of puppets and bullshit . . . bailouts and spending money ‘we’ no longer possess. Do I want China to drive a giant rail up my ass, No!!!

Do I think the president has been effective, even though I voted for him? No, because I think he’s spent more time pandering to people – whether they are external or internal to these so-called government systems (and by this I mean lobbyists/campaign fundraisers) than thinking for himself. Am I open to some sort of last-minute, haul it out of the shit-pile option? No, I think I’d rather say that you can go fuck yourself on cable tv where everyone can watch.

Do I have the answers? Not necessarily, but I have my opinion which I have obviously expressed. Am I grateful for automatic spelling correction – of course. Who will deliver this country into the winged arms of its original implications? I have no idea, but I hope they or he or she or whoever the fucking hell it is will show up soon.