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Thursday, October 16, 2008
Undecided Insanity
She couldn't decide. Until Obama tickled her thigh last night.
MODERATION. I love this idea of "independents" and "undecideds," rounded up by Frank Luntz, weighing in on the election as if they had anything intelligent to offer. As if people who can make it all the way to October in a two-year election cycle are so intellectually Platonic that they're waitng for the very last squeeze of philosophical nuance to make up their minds. Let me count the ways I'm unimpressed. Starting with Luntz's toupee. (Forget I said that,) The last crew of "independents" he rounded up had half a dozen black people in the mix. Undecided. Right. They're uncommitted, independent, open-minded as a virgin nymphomaniac -- until they finally hear Obama sapeak. Which is when they decide he's much much better than McCain, with appropriate orgasmic accompaniment. And the Fox reporters say, "Oh, thank you, Frank. We wouldn't know what to do without you."
Right.
I think all the polls are bullshit. I think all the pollsters are bullshit. I think all the pundits are bullshit. I think the whole MSM is bullshit (including the Fox News Channel). And I think "undecideds" and "independents" are the very dumbest, least interesting people anyone could look to for guidance in a presidential election. You can't decide between socialism and capitalism? Between Israel and a second holocaust? Between drilling in the U.S. and being a permanent hostage to Saudia Arabia? Between victory and surrender in Iraq? Btween black nationalism and American freedom? Between babies and infanticide? Between American sovereignty and the United Nations? Between the U.S, Constitution and the European Union? Really???? You can be undecided and uncommitted about all that and we're supposed to PAY ATTENTION to what you think. Really????????
Okay. Fine.
Fine. Great. Yeah.
uh, Fuck you. Excuse my language. Sorry.
Fuck you. Oops, slipped again.
Fuck you.
And the horse you rode in on.
uh. Moderates suck. Actually, they should be shot, not put on TV.
Sorry, Frank. Except we're not sorry. We want you and them to go away.
