I believe that if you hate the system so much, you should work to overthrow it and not just talk about how crappy everything is.

I'm just tired of hearing about politics. I'm not interested in politcal science.

how do you know the life he leads is not one that is completely against the things he dislikes?

or.. you arent then allowed to talk about it at all?

who knows, I can';t speak for osmeone else.

yeh so there are lots of other threads to look at. It was more that I didnt get why somene was hit with lots of angst just because they felt like talking about it today.

surrious.

actually, I do.

automated surveillance will surely catch several key words.

Obama should bring in Dennis Kucinich into his administration.

Because I've got angst and attitude and I'll throw it to whomever the fuck I want, what are you going to do about it? hmm?

shut up.

That's what you'll do.

or will you?


So anyways I'm just bored and wanted to hijack a thread. I don't mean it. You can talk about politics or tell me to shut up and then get kinkier from there if you want :-)

Denniss Kucinich is too liquidy sounding when you say it out loud.

Go ahead, say it three times fast, four times maybe!

What a fucking pond, that guy.

"Obama," he said, shaking my hand. "Come here and meet Laura. Laura, you remember Obama. We saw him on TV during election night. Beautiful family. And that wife of yours - that's one impressive lady."

"We both got better than we deserve, Mr. President," I said, shaking the First Lady's hand and hoping that I'd wiped any crumbs off my face.

The president turned to an aide nearby, who squirted a big dollop of hand sanitizer in the president's hand.

"Want some?" the president asked. "Good stuff. Keeps you from getting colds." Not wanting to seem unhygienic, I took a squirt.

"Come over here for a second," he said, leading me off to one side of the room.

"You know," he said quietly, "I hope you don't mind me giving you a piece of advice."

"Not at all, Mr. President." He nodded. "You've got a bright future," he said. "Very bright. But I've been in this town a while and, let me tell you, it can be tough. When you get a lot of attention like you've been getting, people start gunnin' for ya. And it won't necessarily just be coming from my side, you understand. From yours, too. Everybody'll be waiting for you to slip. Know what I mean? So watch yourself."

"Thanks for the advice, Mr. President."

"All right. I gotta get going. You know, me and you got something in common."

"What's that?" "We both had to debate Alan Keyes. That guy's a piece of work, isn't he?"

I laughed, and as we walked to the door I told him a few stories from the campaign.

It wasn't until he had left the room that I realized I had briefly put my arm over his shoulder as we talked -- an unconscious habit of mine, but one that I suspected might have made many of my friends, not to mention the Secret Service agents in the room, more than a little uneasy.

cuz the stupid must always try to drag down the intelligent - the dumb fear the smart and must react with their highest skill: smear.

You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to DeadDiscoDildo again.

Are you saying I'm not intelligent? No, seriously, I can't tell...I'm stupid.

Shut up.

I respect a man who sets out to do something, and sees it through to its...

fuck it, i dont really want to fomment on this.