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...because I relished voting against Andre
Carson, even if only as a sort of fruitless performance art, like few
other things in the futile farce that is modern American politics.
Hell, the opportunity to vote against Andre Carson is almost
single-handedly what got me voting again after a long sabbatical. I
scratched that #2 pencil in the little circle with rage that burns like
the hearts of a billion suns at the blatant nepotism that parked this
practically uniquely unqualified boob in the chair vacated by his
career machine politician grandma once things got a little too Weekend
At Bernie's on the House floor.
This genial ex-liquor cop's head is emptier than than a vegan
restaurant at a cattleman's convention but because he had the right
pedigree '' [Tam
cont]
From
her lips and out me own mouth. Only the names are changed.
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