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Fatal Attraction

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This entry was posted on 10/28/2006 4:34 PM and is filed under Media.

I'm a little bit offended.

I don't get offended too often.  I'm usually much too oblivious to what's going on around me to be offended by anything anyone else is doing.

But it hit me the other day that I'm being ignored by an entity I should be able to count on.

There's an election in less than two weeks and one of the major political parties has decided not to even try to win my vote.

What the hell?

Campaign season used to be the time when us Soccer Moms, Security Moms, the Female Vote, call us what you will, hit estrus: everyone wanted us.  And we loved it.  We're the over thirtysomethings who don't get whistled at any more and would simply appreciate a little attention, even if it is just from a political party that we know is going to tell us what we want to hear, get what it wants from us and then never call again.  If we were really, really lucky, there'd be a tax break left on the bedside table in the morning.

This year, one of my former suitors isn't even trying to tell me what I want to hear.  The Democrats, who used to be the KINGS of sweet nothings, aren't even trying to get close enough to whisper into my ear about the Utopia they would bring me.  All they're doing is shouting from the rooftops about what sleazy, slimy, scumbuckets the other guys are.  This is to be expected of course, it's all part of the game.

But what about the other part?  The fun part, where they tell me how great they are and how we deserve each other and why I should be on their team, about how much they love me and want to take care of me?  I'm getting none of that this time.  Where's the love?

And then it hit me.

They don't want me.  The Dems don't want my vote.  They don't care at all if I think they are a bunch of stupid, unpatriotic, treasonous, cut and run, tax and spend, baby killing, cheese eating, surrender monkey appeasers.

They don't care at all if I think that, as long as I also think the other guys are a bunch of war mongering, pedophilic, sexual predator,  oil price manipulating, homosexual (apparently the Dems think this one is an epithet), lying sumbitches who make fun of sick people.

They aren't asking me to the Prom.  They don't want me to go to the Prom at all.

Well.

If they get away with this, no one will ever try to woo my vote again!
Screw that!!

Listen to me, Democratic Party; you're little plan to win by suppressing voter turn out ain't gonna work with me!

I'm going to vote!  I'm going to vote for every stinking candidate with an "R" after his name!  I'm even going to vote for the wimp who's wife beat him up!

I WILL NOT BE IGNORED.
 

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    • 10/28/2006 5:45 PM Clair Bee wrote:
      Now that would be a good campaign. "Of course I'll do what you want. Just please don't beat my ass. Like my wife does." or his wife could campaing with him and smack him every time he says something stupid. Only not like a sitcom smack, a real, make the crowd cringe and look away, hard right cross flush on the lips, that snaps his head back and makes him dizzy. Yeah, I'd show up for a campaign rally like that.
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