Exit 30

Gown the stretch they come...

Ok. We're pretty much down to the wire, now. Most polls have the surfer dude from the North Shore of Oahu, ahead of the Gelded Grey Navel Academy graduate by enough of a margin to assume that the election is a fore gone conclusion. We know better, don't we? Those numbers do not suggest a distain for McCain as much as they reflect a backlash against the titular head of the Republican party, George W. Bush. A man so reviled, at this point in history, that whether the Repuplicans retain the Presidency or not, they will, by large margins, lose the House and the Senate. An historic slaughter. Well earned and deserved.

Sooo...It is time for Change. We want Change. We need Change. Change is good...isn't it? And what is it, exactly, that we're gonna change? Our socks? our underwear? Nah. We ain't gonna change nothin'. Same ol' same ol'. Same shit different day. Same shit, different assholes. Same same.

"Change" is the lowest common denominator of a campaign slogan invoked by half the candidates in every election since the beginning of time or at least since our foreskined forbearing forefathers released the emergency brake off of this 200 plus years of a no moss gathering, shitstorm of a downhill rolling, snowball called Democracy that we live under. Nothing is gonna change. At least not until we find a leader, a, carve his face on Mt. Rushmore type guy (or girl, for you schiksa feministas) to effect the kind of transformation this country needs to ensure our continued existence as the wealthiest, most powerful, freedom-est loving nation the world has ever seen. We need someone that will not "Patriot Act" our asses into a cowering mass, unable or unwilling to stop the plunder and pillage of what those afore mentioned forefathers so artfully assembled when they effected the first change in this nations glorious history, through revolution. We need a revolutionary leader, someone with honor and grace and dignity. A visionary with the strength of his convictions to change us back to what made us a great nation in the first place. We need someone not consumed by ego or power (although, I'm not sure what would drive someone to spend hundreds of millions of dollars for a 400,000 dollar a year gig...other than ego and power). Someone not motivated by greed or artifice but someone with guts. The guts to return us to glory. Good luck with that.

So...down the stretch they come. Neck and Neck. The septuagenarian and the surfer. They young stud and the old grey mare. The Black guy and the White guy. And yeah, he's black...he's black because that is what we see, not because of his blackness, he's probably the whitest black dude you will ever meet, but because as a country of mostly closeted ignorant racist bigots, we only see in black and white. But that's ok. Because it's all we have in this race for the Presidency. That and the freedom to chose. The right to elect whom ever we want..even if Dubya did manage to co-op that right in the past two elections...it is still our right. We have a duty. An obligation. We have a voice. We need to use it. Not to elect a president but to demand change. Something that neither of these candidates can or will do without us whipping them in the ass to do so.

At the wire, it's...

Vote.