Fact, if you don't graduate from high school and then go to college or go to the Vo-Tech, then move to the city, your not going to have any other choice but Baghdad in the middle of November. Under Bush's much too long reign, we have had 4 important, family supporting businesses move out of our area. In fact, probably many more than that. In small town America, a young person has no other option than the Army and Iraq. Heck, ... for a kid who knows nothing about college, heading for that without affordability, she's in trouble. So, what path is there to college, without dragging in a debt of 30 or 40 thousand dollars for educational prospects; there IS only one choice! You got it, ... "Hello, Baghdad!" You see, under Bush, small town America has been a disaster.
Bush's booming economy isn't booming in "Podunk, America. Remember, Bush didn't sign a minimum wage increase. Remember, Bush didn't bring any real jobs to us small fries. 5.15 is it, and no one can raise a family on that. California raised its minimum wage, but Oklahoma hasn't. It's either the Army and college tuition or nothing. Even Vo Tech is expensive.
The story yesterday had nothing to do with John Kerry. The story was with the elitist snob, George Allen. Yes, I saw it, and so did you. You see, we all have blogs, and we all have the right to ask a candidate a question. See, George, we have all become "Press!" But, not if that candidate is George Allen. He'll have his goonies forcibly exit ya' from a public building, as if he owned the building. Who does Allen think he is, the MAFIA? Yesterday, George, shamelessly, looked more like Ann Coulter with her "conservative" body guards. Stupid is as stupid does.
What happens to you if you are a candidate who thinks he is better than everyone else? You have your "team," and if a blogger tries to ask you a question, your "Bimbos," try to exit you out of the door. Bro. Allen, did you hear what the man said, as he was pushed out? I think I heard, "Lawsuit!" Didn't you?
You see, George, you "ain't the MAFIA," even if you think you are. I saw you watching what was happening. You should have broke it up and answered the man's questions. But you didn't. You didn't and thus, your failure tops Kerry's speech. You think you don't have to answer questions, unless, ..., unless it is on your agenda. The dudes exiting the man were whimps. I would have given both a bloody nose, and you a law suit. Oh, you say that building belonged to you because you were once the governor. "Nope, George, I'm not buying that!"
You see, when basketball season comes along, I become a basketball blogger. It's not my fault. You see, the wife loves basketball. She's a basketball junky. Well, ... for reasons I shall not disclose, I choose to bring a lawn chair and set it under the goal and take stop-action pictures of our team and put them on the web, burn them on CDs at the end of the year, and give them to the players. Ah, ... shoot, I'll confide in ya'. I have severe arthritis and cannot sit in the bleachers. It's a night mare. I cannot even sit at my computer for long periods, so I am doing this on my old, worn-out PowerBook 1400. You see, George, I have a "Press Pass" that hangs from my camera case.
For some reason, George, I don't see myself running a race like you have. If I were in your place, I would have stopped and accommodated the gentleman with a couple of questions. There is not a cast system in America, George. I could care less if you were governor of Virginia. From the way your running this campaign, I'd say you were a worthless governor. Are you above one-on-one questions? I wouldn't be. It's not like the guy had a gun or knife in his hand. He had a camera. A camera, George!
Even, in my position, sitting under the goal, I get my bimbo coaches at times, who think they own the court. See, ... the other team's cheerleaders were there and doing their thing. I told them, if they would send a cheerleader in the air, I'd take her picture. I do that for the opposing players as well, and, if they have an email address, I send them the pictures. You see, George, I'm accommodating! You are not. You seem to have a head problem.
George, have you heard of Barry Switzer? He's one of the few coaches that have NCAA rings and a NFL ring, as well. But, even when he was the coach at Dallas, Barry took time out to drive to Stillwater and cheer on the State Special Olympians. Each year, they vote Barry as their honorary coach and he obliges. Are you getting my gist? If someone wanted to ask Barry a question, do you think his goons would take the press out? Barry doesn't have bodyguards. That's Ann Coulter, the voiceless Wonder Woman.
George, ... I don't think you are Senate material. Senators are "BEHOLDING" to their constituency. You appear to be beholding to no one. That is a problem, George. Did you hear that? It is you who is the problem and not the blogger.
So, what can I say? Kerry wasn't the big deal yesterday. You were and still are. And what about Mr. Webb, George? Did you know that in the Old Testament, Noah had sex with his daughters? David had a baby by another man's wife, and then had the husband killed in battle. Maybe we should censor The Bible. Believe me, it is very "sexist."
Ooh! I see. You haven't read that far in The Bible yet. Do you read the Bible? Did you read the verse about being a servant? So, ... what do you do in your spare time? Maybe I should rephrase that, "George, what will you be doing in your spare time, since you will not win the Senate race because you think you are better than every one else."
Ah, I know you lied about Macaca. You knew what that meant. Made it up? If I said it, believe me, I would have "thought it up," but in all my life, "I ain't never thought of that word once!" So I have never said it.
You lied George. You knew exactly what that word meant and lies come back to haunt you, don't they? Like the lady and the "N" word. By the grace of God, your daddy was a NFL football coach, so you were born with two silver spoons and a golden fork in your mouth.
Governor Allen, honestly, I couldn't vote for you if I lived in Virginia. Honestly.