Bush Sucks Cock Or Kerry?

I read an article in the London Times this afternoon which touched upon
Kerry's argument about who he killed in Vietnam (in defence, one
supposes against the Patrol Boat for Truth freaks) and couldn't help but
wonder at how pathetic the American political scene is. I wanted to
wonder why Vietnam is still an issue so long future but of course
remembered only a week or so ago watching his montage at the Democrat
convention, knowing that he provoked it himself.

From the outside now, I wonder what Americans care about in electing
their future or standing president. As I've probably noted herein
before, it deeply disturbs me that both parties feel compelled to pander
to religious conservatives (or, let's say Midwest people who think a
belief in god has anything to do with how the country is governed) but
that notwithstanding, what the fuck do YOU Americans care about for your
future president?

I haven't heard anything from the opposition other than platitudes like
"I'll fix the economy" (and his little solar plexus meowmeowmeow) and
that Kerry could garner more support from "allies" so not as many
Americans die in Iraq (just some interchangeable sort of foreign troops
instead) -- as though anyone, even a republican like Dole, could garner
more respect from the outside than Bush's policies have...)

Kerry and Edwards don't really strike me as an enormous change from the
kind of corporate toxins that have infilterated every aspect of world
culture. Oh yeah, well, they'll be a wot, kinder, gentler form of
corporate hegomony but in the end, it is, after all, the same old
bullshit antithesis of Chekov's maxim on freedom (freedom from violence,
freedom from lies) but at the end of the day, when or if America has rid
itself of Bush, what does it have in Kerry to be happy about?

And probably those dissatisfied with poltical rants expecting poetics
(the young man's vice) will have already departed these lines, but if
they haven't, a morsel of poetry, for the young men (or women, depending
on the degree of political correction):

shamelessly cut and pasted from what I like:


Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Three: Love

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MINE by the right of the white election!
Mine by the royal seal!
Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison
Bars cannot conceal!

Mine, here in vision and in veto! 5
Mine, by the grave’s repeal
Titled, confirmed,—delirious charter!
Mine, while the ages steal!