Sen. Harry Reid is a disgrace to this great Christian nation. He and his Democratic cronies are liars. His personal attacks on the president and on Rush Limbaugh are sickening. I will never vote for a Democrat again. Reid is a scourge to freedom-loving, God-fearing Americans. I will pray for Reid and the rest of the liberal non-patriots that the Lord will soften their lost, vile hearts.
Reid is the worst kind of politician, and indeed he is no statesman. President Bush is the Winston Churchill of our time.
God bless us all.
As you probably guessed, I didn't write this feeble-minded diatribe. It's a cut-and-paste job from the "Letters To The Editor" page in one of our Texas newspapers. This is a classic example of the stuff I referred to in the post Thursday morning. I'd simply add that the author of this tripe needs to save his prayers. I like my vile heart just the way it is. And about that pledge to never vote for a Democrat AGAIN ? Something tells me this dim bulb has NEVER voted for a Democrat. A loser like this has "lifelong Republican" written all over him.
Anyway, this letter was just too priceless. I couldn't resist the temptation to share.
The dilemma: In my real life, the non-blogging part, my vocabulary largely consists of four-letter Anglo-Saxon expletives. One of my favorite cusswords even has 12 letters. I use it frequently as a descriptive noun when discussing people who frost my butt, including some prominent members of the current administration.
When I decided to start the blog, I made a decision early in the process that I would limit myself to mild profanity, real PG-13 stuff. The dilemma is that it's hard for me to write about politics without lapsing into my real-life vocabulary, four-letter and twelve-letter words and everything in between. For example, the letter above brings to mind an 8-letter slang term for fertilizer, but I won't write it.
The small consolation: After nearly seven years of what can be described politely as criminally incompetent mismanagement, the bush-cheney-rove administration is slowly belly-crawling to its conclusion. We don't know who the next president will be, but we've narrowed it down to a few possibilities. There's a modicum of solace in the likelihood that I won't live long enough to see a worse presidency than the one we've endured since January 2001. Like tender mercies, you take small consolations whenever and wherever you can get 'em.
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