Letters to the Editor
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You know something
When the early winter frost of November begins to touch my neighborhood, and remind me to cast my vote for president, I won't be voting for a Chicago preacher, I'll be voting for a person named Barack Obama, and to those poor discomforted souls who can't recognize the distinct differences between these two individuals, I won't suffer the cheap stench of their stifeling stupidity for a single second, but just placidly put forth my vote for the person I believe to be the best leader, for the four years this country faces up ahead.

