Cletus doesn’t realize that the flag pin in his shoulder is going to infect
I would be sorry to be so smug about the West Virginia results, if the numbers didn’t smack of racism. Therefore, fuck it. Not even giving a link or the stats. Today doesn’t mean much anyways, in terms of the math. When you factor in the Super and Pledged delegates who came out today for Barack, Hillary probably gains a few delegates at the most.
The cover article in the new Esquire is called “The Cynic And Senator Obama,” or something. The author doesn’t recognize McCain 2008 in comparison to McCain 2000, doesn’t have much to say for Hillary, either. The author has moments wherein they are inspired by Barack Obama, but it’s tempered by the nation Obama is running to be elected to rein in. The author speaks of the fat fucking men and their fat fucking wives at the RNC who giggled as Kerry was swiftboated. We all know at least one ________* who wants Hillary to keep going at it. The author speaks of wanting to be convinced that there’s something left saving in this land of America.
I’m not nearly that jaded about America as a whole, but tonight doesn’t do much to add to the Hope column in Hope v. Willful Ignorance. I talked with some friends about this in the last hour or so, and we agreed that the % of people who vote without any research beyond their local news or local billboards has to be marginal. Further, should the most ass-backwardest state’s vote matter?
*self censored, I’ve said enough with one photoshop job
