Don’t like what we’re hearing, John. Long time fan, myself, but you got me scratching my head wondering WTF? Hearing stuff about how you and some others in the “centrist” wing are sitting on piles of cash, stockpiling for later political moves. Thats like shutting down the fire hose when your house is blazing because you may need to water your lawn.
It won’t do, podnuh. It simply won’t do.
“You and I have been through this, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late”
- St. Robert of Hibbing
I don’t give two shits for your ambitions. Wouldn’t mind a bit having you for a candidate, don’t mind Gore, Edwards be OK too. Don’t trust Hilary.
The time is crucial, this election could be one of the major turning points. We need, desperately need a broad, wide, and deep repudiation of the Bushivik agenda, which is a cancer on our very souls. If I work at it really hard, I might be able to exagerrate that importance.
By the grace of a just and loving Goddess, we have an opportunity. Power to change is within our grasp, as well as an opportunity to demonstrate just what it is that makes democracy the tits: that we can change our minds. And when we change our minds, we change our leader’s minds, because we get to reach into our pockets and squeeze thier balls every few years.
Pour out the money. Borrow money. Beg money. Write bad checks. Whatever. If a candidate is within ten points as of last week, he has a chance. Within five points, a very good chance.
If the Forces of Darkness do not recieve a sound thrashing, a blistering repudiation, they will claim victory. Hell, they claimed a mandate when they *lost * the popular vote! There must be no “wiggle roon”, no “yes, but…”.
“In their eyes there’s something lacking
What they need’s a damned good whacking!”
- Some rock band.
Screw your ambitions, screw theirs, but don’t screw us. I hear reasonable suggestions of 30% of your campaign war chest. I say “**sic 'em!”. ** Throw it all in. You once were willing to risk your ambitions in the name of truth. And I applauded you. Once more, then. Do it for your country, and the cheers will ring in you ears for years to come, if you are never elected for anything again, ever. Be the leader, John, show 'em what class is! 'Cause you can bet yer Yalie ass that if you throw down, they wouldn’t dare not emulate you. How would you like to hear “frontrunner” again? Well, there’s how. Lead.
Fail us, turn away to cherish some future ambition…well, what can one say? Fuck ya.