Been a good day after all

“ I ought to be energized by this political season, but just now I'm gulping  Zoloft, Ritalin and Jack Daniels milkshakes by the mug full.  I like to know the rules of things I'm involved with.  I like order. If I lose according to Hoyle, no problem. I worked for a guy once—well not really worked for him since it was a 100% straight commission job, and I was making more money than I knew what to do with.  Then the guy started changing the rules (i.e. commission structure), and making demands on how I spent my time. I saw him as a liar and cheat, and couldn't work for him anymore. I felt that way in 1992 while watching Bill Clinton debate President Bush 41 (whom he called "Mr. Bush").  Clinton just made shit up.  How can you debate a guy like Clinton, a sociopath who believes every lie he utters is true?  Like claiming a leading, unnamed, economics professor had looked at his economic plan (raise taxes) and called it genius.  Later we found out the " professor" was a college teacher nobody had ever heard of.   Didn't matter. Media never called him on it.  Everyone knew  he was lying every day for eight years, but the media was just agog over his ability to lie and get away with it. I saw him as a liar and cheat; couldn't understand why everyone didn't.  Unlike today, when we expect a corrupt, sycophantic press, before Clinton it wasn't quite that blatant. That's where I am now, listening to the daily dispatches from the Obama mill.  Where are the rules?  It's not like nobody's paying attention; look at Drudge.  His whole page is filled with preposterous stuff.  It don't matter.  Obamunists don't look, won't listen, are unreachable and don't care. They know this is a civil war- they started it. There are no rules for them. I'm like you.  Get so frustrated that my head turns to doing things that will help.  Earlier tonight I flew a P-51 over the Charlotte - whatever place they're at.  Strafed the crap out of them.  When I landed, a bunch of guys had captured Harry Reid and Axelrod trying  to escape.  I said, stuff 'em in boys, and I flew them over a working volcano in Iceland and dropped them in.  In my absence the Barn Army captured the whole gaggle of them at the convention.  I  ordered them chained in the hold of an old Navy laundry ship where they will spend the rest of their lives.  Never allowed to  read a newspaper.  Just eat and poop, like Philip Nolan.  They offered to make me King, but I refused, saying this is still a democratic republic, and we will go back to square one. Hold new elections.  I gave them a list of who would win.  Mitt Romney  is president,  and  will do a nice job;  given that every member of Congress, and every federal judge is a Teaparty member in good standing (as determined by Sarah Palin). I feel fucking great!  Buy Bohn Aluminum. ”