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Seven Days To Change

So I was watching on PBS this evening about the war crap, I don't recall which show, not that anyone watches public broadcasting with fattest losers and dancing fools on at the same time anyway.

Whatever, I watched ... and it pissed me off all over again, just when we've all forgotten about anything other than our me me me 401(k)s and bank accounts and shit. Remember the wars?

Remember how Bush has so fucked the world over these past several years? Or if nothing else, with our short-term memory disorder, at least why you've become suddenly poor?

If you're not a complete idjit, you will at least, I would hope, take the time to go vote away next Tuesday the reason for this country's downward spiral. Which, by the way, will require voting for Obama.

If you're a McCain supporter, sorry, no disrespect, but please just stay the fuck home. Don't risk missing elimination night of the shittiest dancer or which fatty might go home. The lines at the polls will be too long to wait probably.

Silly world, yep, and I too, like this song says, kind of can't take it anymore. Enough is enough already, time for change.
Stone Sour - Sillyworld

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  1. That was hilarious! I listened instead of read. LOVE THAT OPTION!

    I already sent in my absentee vote, so I can feel good AND watch the "fatties and losers!" *hee*

    Hey is it me, or does your blog have a new look too?

    Cool song too!

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  2. This song rocks, yep it is cool!

    Nope, the blog hasn't changed look. The podcast page is different is all, because it's hosted somewhere else. Too lazy to make them both match.

    Thanks for listening, I have developed an addiction for the talking out loud thing.

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  3. Oh, okay, then it was just me. I joined the same podcast site. Thanks! I don't have to convert from wav to mp3 at this one, something my puter can't do anyway.

    I did one yesterday...rough draft, need to do over...maybe this week. It's a cool story I wanna tell. I can imagine it being addictive, and again, yours are getting smoother each time...really enjoy them... :)

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