It was a dangerous arrival at Target. We ran across the parking lot with our heads down to avoid being hit by sniper fire. There was supposed to be a greeting party, but instead we dashed into the store.
No, wait, that’s a misstatement. I say alot of things; I use millions of words a day; I’m human. I made a mistake. It could happen.
Give it up, Hillary. You have no foreign policy experience; you certainly didn’t broker peace in Northern Ireland; and allowing you back in the White House is like giving an alcoholic just one small shot.
As for Obama, I refuse to vote for someone who will not dissassociate himself from the vitriolic, racist rantings of Rev Wright.
That leaves McCain. And he’s no first choice, either. How sad that this is all the greatest country on the face of the earth can produce for leaders; a power-hungry liar, a racist, and an old war horse who doesn’t even understand economics.