Democracy Lives

The past few days were a bit hectic and tiring as the Splinkster was working the phone lines and knocking on doors urging folks to get out and vote for perhaps one of the most if not the most important elections in US History and on November 4th 2008 History was made.For the first time in my life it felt great to support a Presidential Candidate from a major party and even better to personally get involved with the election, sure you got phones slammed down in your ear, people cursing and name calling, a few people throwing your flyer's back at you and slamming their doors, but when you see an elderly white woman saying she is definitely going to vote for Obama it brings a feeling of Democracy still lives, to think that this woman lived during a time when African Americans could NOT even vote, and to listen to her complaints about the cost of health care, and everything going up in price, and how her words carry thru the late afternoon air..." He Has To Win".... as I sat checking the results Tuesday night on 4 different web sites and gritting my teeth with the tight U.S. Senate race, I wondered, what if I would have spent another two hours on the phone lines? or more time knocking on doors would we be in this recount? would Al have won the race and it be over? ................as the votes get closer I hope there is a turn around and Al comes out on top and sends Norm back home packing his bags and NO I don't mean Minnesota I mean pack your bags and go back to New York Norm....and I will even be a nice guy and help you pack and load the truck................Minnesota deserves better, America deserves better and all YOU have done was for your own personal benefit and the Cheney/Bush/ corporate elites at the expense of " We The People" May Al take this Election................as for being laughed at for supporting Obama instead of Clinton, Edwards and so on way back at the start of it all,...all I can say is........ Damn It Feels Good!

Vote For Sale

I can understand this happening in Wisconsin,Chicago,Florida or even Texas but here in Minnesota? I hope this ass-clown gets the full extent of the law and receives a felony which will prevent him from voting at all. Wheter it was a joke or not selling ones vote for cash should result in jail time and being banned from ever voting.

Merry Christmas

T’WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE IMPEACHMENT BY Alien Jourgensen A Christmas Poem To The Piss Army T’was 2007 and all through the year Not a creature was buying this climate of fear The stockings were hung in a foreclosure scare In hopes that the Banks would forget we were there! The soldiers were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of extended tours messed with their heads And Dick and Lynn Cheney with shotguns in lap Had just pardoned Scooter for shutting his yap When down at the White House there arose such a clatter I sprang out the door to see what was the matter! Away to the protest I flew like a flash I marched for a while and got tazed in the clash Then soon I was arrested – for what I don’t know But the ACLU said that “This just won’t go!” When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature Cheney and eight dead reindeer With his pacemaker pumping, so lively and quick I knew in a moment it must be St. Dick! Faster than subpoenas, his minions they came He waterboarded and tortured and called them by name: “Now Halliburton! Now Exxon! Now Conoco! Now Shell! On Blackwater! On Bechtel! – Let’s all go to Hell!” To the top of the West Wing, to the top of The Wall “Now stash away! Stash away! Stash way All!” As voters are wondering why their vote doesn’t fly Here comes Karl Rove and he’ll tell you why So up to the White House the CEOs flew With a sleighful of cash and Dick Cheney too! And then, in a twinkling I heard on the roof Was the hemming and hawing of the ultimate Goof (heh heh heh heh) I raised just one finger and jumped all around Coz there on the roof Ole “Dubya” came round He was dressed all in fur that Cheney had killed He looked rather dapper on the taxpayers’ bill A bundle of cash he had flung on his back Looked happy as Cheney right before an attack His eyes – how they twinkled, but his manners were weary Coz Alberto Gonzales has so much to bury! His droll little mouth was drawn up in a sneer Like all of those press conferences he holds so dear The stump of a crack pipe he held in his teeth He said: “Laura, I’m sorry! I’ve relapsed – I’m weak!” And his friend had a Wide Stance and a little round belly That shook when he laughed in a toilet so smelly Dim-witted and dumb a right jolly old elf And I laughed when I saw him, giving way my own stealth A wink of his eye and a snap of his finger Soon gave me to know I shouldn’t loiter or linger He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work Put the cash in his stockings, then turned with a jerk And laying his finger aside of his nose Thumbs up! And a nod for the coke that he chose He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle “And away to Iran like a nuclear missile!” But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight: “Happy Christmas to no one – Impeachment’s not right!” MERRY CHRISTMAS PISSANTS! “DON’T TAZE ME, BRO!”