I Hit a Wall

That's right, I got campaign fatigue.  I have to admit that it was pretty demoralizing to see that the DNC is bent over and is now taking it in the butt from the Pampers campaign in his Chicago penthouse.  But when your golden god of change has the money I guess that makes you his beeotcha.  How does it feel Howard?  Is it like you dreamed?

I reached out to my friends.  They gave me a few smacks.  Then I realized...what do I care about this ship of fascists?  They're a convulsive, vomitous mass that serves no purpose and has no power.  The most powerful force in the country right now is us: The Clinton Nation.

If we are able to, we'll push Pampers of the stage.  If we should fail we are still the ones who get to decide who walks into the White House.  McCain wants us, and is making a good bit of effort to get us.  Though it isn't hard when Grendel the Beast has been pushing us into his arms with her raving bullshit.  Pampers, being a witless tool, doesn't want us but he knows he can't win without us.  And by now he knows that HRC can't deliver us.  It only took a week.  

Pampers can spend all his money, and his legions of idiots can get fitted for their brownshirts.  They still can't get him elected without us.  Too bad so sad.  You stupid fucks thought that shitting all over us, and HRC was such big fun.  And quite frankly it was a challenge keeping up with stronger, and more powerful Stupid Gauges to meter the extent of the stupid coming out of your pustulant mouths.  And now you run around with your hair on fire screaming that we're sore losers. 

If standing up for democracy, and standing against facism and fraud makes me a loser then that makes an Obamanoid the same as it was before; dumber than a bag of hammers. 

We're the ones with the power to put your guy in the White House, or send him packing.  Sucks to be you.

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