Sorry, more politics from the saddle. But you know you gotta trackstand for something (or you'll fall for anything, sez this one country tune)
So I was riding my bike today, stretching my legs, enjoying being back from California in my beloved hometown. Riding around the lakes.
And dude rolls up and we get talking and he says something along the lines of:
You Obama supporters need not fear. Between Acorn, illegal fund-raising and voter fraud, the election will have been stolen or bought. The economy will tank even more. Shortly after King Barack's coronation, when it becomes evident his entire campaign was a fraud, the people will turn on him and he'll become the most hated President the U.S. has ever had.
Well, first I wanted to tell this dude to keep the politics off the bike, especially in this town. I mean I have a lot of Republican riding buddies -- seriously, I do! Second, I wanted to tell him that The Most hated President record was just recently set, so that would be kinda interesting.
But then I kinda felt like, y'know what? First I'm going to rhetorically tear this guy a new butthole, then I'm going to tear his legs off. And that's precisely what I did.
I love it. “ACORN. Voter registration fraud. Illegal blah blah blah.” You wingnuts are delegitimizing an election that hasn’t even happened yet.God forbid you’d actually learn to respect the Will of the People just once if it turned against your Beloved Party. Your hatred of the American people—that they’re a bunch of idiots who can’t be trusted to navigate the supposed bias of the media, or that they’ll simply vote for the guy with the most money—well, it just makes sense. You wouldn’t recognize an authentic sea change in public sentiment if it bit you on the ass.
I’d call you sore losers, but since you’ve monopolized all three branches of government for 6 of the last 8 years, and had majorities for most of the last 20, it would be more accurate to call you sore winners. Nobody likes a sore winner.
Welcome to minority/opposition status. Sucks doesn’t it. You’ve forgotten how to do it gracefully.
See ya, jagoff.
And I dropped the dude like a prom dress, though I had the satisfaction of hearing him go well past LT, judging by the wheezing, jetting, rattling sound that I heard dopplering away to the rear.