I think Obama supporters are overperforming

They're bitin' too hard at the bit.

They really just need to kick back more

And just cool all that anxiety shit.

What say you?

Am I just pullin' some random thoughts

From straight out of the blue?

I mean it's like watchin' every inch the polls take

Has become the new Kentucky Fried Derby

I just wish more Obama supporters had a sense of backbone

Cos you gotta straighten out that supine spine

If you wanna be victorious and nervy.

I guess what I'm trying to say is:

Life is a game of chance

So don't be afraid to just dance...

The Hill is in the house!

You must be trippin' on Rush's favorite drug

Mark my words sucker

I'm gonna squash you like a bug.

Is in the cards for this country's future history.

Go tell your mom.

we just beg to differ

my brother.

Are you by any chance

From the Palin planet?

I dig what you're sayin'

But check it out:

High diddle diddle

Klytus

Don't EVER

get played like a fiddle.

Cos my eyes are open

And if fear is one's master

Then one is in the darkness just gropin'....

More hopin'

Less gropin'.

Works for me.

I have enough Alaskan Natural gas stored up in my uptight ass

To see us through most of this millenium

Which the Bible and Nostril Dumbass both say

Should probably be our last.

Go peddle that shit in Mayberry dingleberry.

Why they don't call you rupert the rube

Is still a mystery to me.

POWDERED TOAST MAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!!

But Bush STILL has a bag 'o rocks for a brain.

And were one to lose sight of this fact

They'd have to be diagnosed

As dangerous to themselves and others

If not completely criminally insane.

You haven't even loosely begun to grasp

Or understood jack shit since "1972."

The year of your birth

Was a quite relatively recent 2002!

With that fact firmly kept in mind

How on earth could we ever expect you to?

What Joan Walsh wants.

What she sees in her crystal ball

Or what halls of Washington gossip

She frequently haunts.

This election is about the American people

Not look inside

Open it up

Look inside

Where the pundits are the high priests

And TV is the steeple.

as blindingly whitely dense

as a freshly dropped bird turd.

Bird mess is bird mess

Most folks are in agreement.

The keys to respect and success

Are not found in the energetic spreading

Of your senseless bird mess.

If you look up to Walsh for political elucidation, you may tire yourself out in total frustration. Pundits are as plentiful as leaves on a tree, and where the wind will blow their opinions, is merely predicated by the word on a whim of the individual pundit's own enplanted subjectivity.

Nuklar injuns?

Wayne Wang, back at work - doin' his thang! This is good news! I agree Andrew, Wang and Jarmusch are two of the best of the brightest to come out of the independent '80's. I'll be looking out for Wayne's future work, and very hopefully an availabity of his earlier movies on DVD.

I take political pundits in general just about as seriously, as angling, self interested practioners, of the hand reading "science," often known as "palmistry." The word "pundit" itself in the modern American English lexicon, is originally derived from an ancient word found in East Indian Sanskrit, a word often associated with slick 'ol sooth sayin' swamis, and other mystical practioners of unfatomable foolishness, fortune tellin', albeit lucrative, bona fide, bullshit.

This is a movement for which nobody's gotta sign, all you gotta have is a heart, and an unblind mind.

Sarah Palin's palid yowling

A week complete and replete

with Wall Street's own erratic storming

I'm just not too sure about Joan Walsh's little

Two minute warning...

You've got that go energy...

I wanna have a luau that's really really big, complete with tiki torches, and hawaiian style, roast Limbaugh wild pig.

What I can dispute

And this IS fact.

Is that you lack

The fact

In the exact

And therefore

Don't say

Jack

And act

Like you're on crack

And THAT'S

The fact

Mack....

You ingest this and that

And then throw it up as green puke.

A ridiculous

Tripendicular

Travesty.

Queen Bee

You're a buzzin' disgrace

And I damn for sure know

That that ain't honey all over your face.

I was tryin' ta find a good rebuke

But all I can say is:

Long live the new puke.

I feel that there is a stark decision to make either between curtain number 1. or curtain number 2.

Curtain number 1. promises a continuation of the past 8 long hard years, complete with wars, troubled anxieties, and a dumb menagerie of deep irrational fears.

Curtain number 2. inspires self reflection and new hope, in what I feel to be in stark oppositional contrast, to that long, dark, crawling, Bush-McCain grope.

I don't mean for this analogy to sound like "Let's Make A Deal," but the stakes for all of our futures, are all too vivid and real...

It must chagrin you to the tune of some terrible lamentations, that you falsely read the popular sentiments, of the whole entire nation.

I mean, I don't wanna offend you, but would you just please, get a fuckin' clue.

You forgot curtain number 3., which is kiss your sweet ass goodbye, the U.S. is official history.

I already knew months ago that 3 was your choice, so why all the cheap tabloid ads, with all 'o the echo chamber noise?

Bee, you buzz so busy you make yourself dizzy...

But when you come down to VP ability, she's as real as a rubber chicken.

and always get played.