Since I have it on good authority that Obama, just like Angelina Jolie and Richard Dawkins and Vincente Fox and Mario Lopez, is a frequent lurker (who may uncloack now that we’ve gone to free use) perhaps this will reach him:
PLEASE SIR, PLEASE:
I’m voting for you, enthusiastically, in this election. I’d donate my kidney tomorrow if somehow it would gain you 10,000 votes. I am passionate about this election moreso than any I’ve ever lived through. So please sir…
Take off the gloves. Take off the muzzles. Go after the Witch of Wasilla and Cap’n John “the Maverick” McCain (Bill for short) with both barrels blazing while Michelle and your supporters stand behind you and reload and pass you the new guns. Do not be nice.
Family off limits- that I can accept (unless they go after yours and open the door to that road), but anything else, blast them. I’m not asking for war crimes, but Omaha Beach is fine.
Launch ads showing all of the Witch of Wasilla’s scandals (the immediate beheadings she did when elected, the banning of books, the assuredness of her own divine mission). Bring up the Keating Five and every other damned skeleton McCain has in his not really closed closet. Fight them on the beaches, fight them on the landing grounds, fight in the fields and the streets, fight them in the hills.
Unleash Hillary and Bill and promise them any ambassadorship they want if they help you win. Give them ALASKA if they want it- for $7.1 million- that’s a profit above what we paid for it, if they’ll just unleash the Kraken that lurks within.
Palin delenda est. This woman is a monster. She is a thug. She is Agrippina to McCain’s Claudius and I’m guessing she’s already got the mushrooms simmering. President Palin is a prospect scarier to me than “we found a loophole for a Third Term for Bush”. I really don’t want to wear a pink triangle or be sent to a Christian reeducation camp in the Mojave.
Fight. I’ll send you as much as I can. I’ll pour some single barrel Jack Daniels into the glasses on my family shrine to beg my ancestors forgiveness for saying this, but say it I will:
WE NEED A SHERMAN, NOT A LEE. Scorch the Earth and make the Pubs howl.
Help me Obama. Win November. You’re our only hope.
Thank you for your time; you can now go back to discussing GILMORE GIRLS in Cafe Society.
As your people say, Salaam Aloha-
Jon