With Fiends Like These, Who Needs Enemas?

Welcome Comrades,

With Congressmen like these, who needs elections? You asked for it, America, you got it. A mandate to wage war on the world, war on the unenfranchised, the neglected, the ignorant, the poor, you know - yourselves. The People have spoken. When will the Proletariat find it's voice? It'll have to be sometime after "Friends," 'cause this week Ross and Rachael's little one develops a serious blemish that could affect it's future as a Gerber baby. I can't wait to find out what... huh? There was an election? That was this week? Oh, well. I'll vote next time. Honest. Nothing important happens in mid-term elections, anyway. What? The Supreme Court's retiring? You say Bush'll pack it with right-wing wackos? But, they can't repeal anything important, can they?

On the positive side, the Democrats might see how irrelevant they are, now. Maybe, they'll grow a spine or something. What the hell am I thinking? Of course, they won't. They'll just start moving farther right like the lemmings they are. God, I hate politics. At least, I would if I didn't love this country so much. If the rest of you want to sit by, glued to the tube, while the power-elite co-opt the greatest social experiment in the history of civilization, go ahead. I'm not going to let their agenda of avarice and envy deter my goal of a better world for the other 99%. Game on, people. Time to face the challenge.

Hasta la victoria siempre,

TVD

--- 11/06/02

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