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Thursday, August 05, 2004
Taxing my Patience I’m pretty left-leaning politically, but I like it when I see T.V. spots from Republican candidates. They’re usually men, very strong-looking, reassuring us that they’re gonna make us safer. Confident. They’re gonna be responsible. They’re gonna make the tough choices, the decisions that seemingly can’t be made unless you elect them. With all the terrorism and crime and rampant abortions and gay marriages and unchecked illegal immigration . . . well, I’m just glad I have a solid option when I go into that voting booth. Especially when I’m voting for my county tax collector. Republican candidates for every elected office in this country must have the same playbook. Which is funny and sad, all at the same time. |