I am sick to fucking death of Republicans vs. Democrats and the hate speech going on about both.

Somebody ought to sue somebody. It’s the only way to get people to shut up.

Freedom of speech is one thing, but slander, libel, and defimation of character is another.

And BOTH of you are responsible. BOTH. OF. YOU.

So, here’s a suggestion.

Let’s stop using terms like “the liberals,” and “the conservatives.”

Hi. My name is JOHN WICK. And I have real honest-to-gosh OPINIONS ABOUT ISSUES. And I don’t give a flying fuck who lied the most or who lies the least. If you SERIOUSLY think I’m gonna vote for the guy who “lies the least,” then we have a SERIOUS FUCKING ISSUE in this country.

How about we vote for a guy WHO DOESN’T LIE AT ALL? Who actually has OPINIONS ABOUT ISSUES and is willing to TALK about them?

I don’t like either of the candidates, but I’m voting for the guy I feel is the lesser of two evils.
And I’ll be crying my eyes out when I do.

By the time I was thirteen
I started taking shape.
At eighteen I was so beautiful
That the strangers started to gape.
They said “Enter the ultimate contest
If you`re as gorgeous as you seem.”
They said “Please, please, please
Be our American dream.”

But late that night beneath the grieving moon
There`s a dazzling sight in my motel room
For a grunting judge with his bulging eyes
I give my all for his cherished prize.
Oh why, oh why?

I`m Miss America
Crying on TV
Silver clad in satin rags,
But everything`s where it should be
Oh say can you see, ah say can you see.

After they showed me the game ball
They told me put on weight.
They told me I`d be powerful
They told me I`d be great.
And my Uncle Sam he would coach me
His helmet on my head
And they said “Please, please please, please
Please win and beat the spread.”

But the new game plan that the owners had made
Meant that win or lose there would be a trade.
For the team`s become a real gold mine
And the kid`s sold off for the bottom line.
Oh why, oh why?

Mr. America
Sweating on TV
The winner`s joy from the battered boy
For everything`s where it should be
Oh say can you see, ah say can you see.

At last we`ve come together
Call it marriage or civil war.
If it brings us to battle, babe
It must be worth our fighting for.
Though today came up cloudy
There will be other days.
“Ah, please, please, please, please
What else is there to say?”

But in plywood spread
By a plastic stream
And in separate beds with a borrowed dream
And with questions wide and the silence deep
We take two pills so at last we`ll sleep.
Oh why, oh why?

Mr. and Mrs. America
Our story`s on TV
Can you hear canned laughter
For everything`s where it should be
Oh say can you see, ah say can you see.

Well, my little boy he told me something
Just the other night.
He whispered it as I kissed him
Before I turned out the light.
And of course he said it simple
As only children can
He said “Daddy, daddy, daddy, please
I`m ready to dream again.”

* * *

The Smoke Witch says – Wahoo!
And the Wise Man says – Me too!
And the Guru says – Wazoo!
So do what you do!

The priests stand in their pulpits
The Pope sits on his throne
The parishes are empty
The choirboys on their own
Until the Second Coming
They’re leaving us alone
And God in his Heaven
Has decided to keep mum
Cause He’s just another traveller
On the Road to Kingdom Come.

Pity Mr. President
He can’t do a thing
He says everywhere he went
We tried to make him sing
Our lonely White House resident
Says we should have made him King
Maybe then he could have saved us
From the truth we were hiding from
But he was just another traveller
On the Road to Kingdom Come.

The General’s in the game room
But his Soldier won’t salute
Ever since he was promoted
He can’t pop his chute
His shrink says he is paranoid
‘Bout communistic roots
So unfurl the flag boys
Start beating his drum
Yes we’ve got to get another straggler
On the Road to Kingdom Come.

Wow! The lead Singers raucous
As he screams out the truth
Then the band hold a caucus
And decides to sell their youth
Our Manager will hawk us
As along as we’re uncouth
We’ll call it revolution
But we’ll crank out Bubble Gum
Can’t you see we’re all just travellers
On the Road to Kingdom Come.

Grampa swung into the orgy
It was his last hope
He was dressed to the nines
In deodorant and Scope
He found him a woman
She brought Vaseline and soap
Well it started out exciting
But it ended up ho hum
She said – I thought that you could take me
All the way to Kingdom Come.

So Billy sells hot sermons
And cold wars through the mails
While Mr. Big is selling out
His business never fails
King Kennedy like Chaucer’s
Chasing Canterbury Tales
And my brain is still a virgin
Though the rest of me’s well done
And I know we’re all just travellers
On the Road to Kingdom Come
When all is said and done
Just another one.

(by Harry Chapin)