Stating the Obvious
You let us down, John Kerry. You promised that all the votes would count, and all the votes would be counted. But after only twelve hours, you've conceded the election. You have ten more days, guaranteed by law, to count all the ballots. And you threw them away. Well, I guess it's a good thing, as my friend Jenny pointed out this afternoon, that we learned this about you before you became our president: that you have no spine. That you and your Democratic buddies really are just a bunch of whiney liberals and you left your spleen back in Vietnam.
And however mad I am at Kerry and Edwards for being pansies and not fighting it out 'til the bitter last ballot was counted, I'm really pissed off at 50% of my fellow citizens. Way to go, idiots. Despite all signs pointing to Bush as a miserable failure, an incompetent Machiavellian and the Worst President Ever, you took that taste of fascism he fed you over the last four years, said, "Gee, I like the smell of that!" and heaped four more years of that foul shit on your plate. TBogg sums it up nicely:
Four more years of American soldiers being used as cannon fodder.
Four more years of scientific decisions being made by people who believe in a ghost in the clouds.
Four more years of debt that our children and grandchildren will have to pay off.
Four more years of racists and lunatics for judicial appointments
Four more years of looting the treasury and squandering it on corporate cronies.
Four more years of making enemies faster than we can kill them.
Four more years of fear and darkness and racism and hatred and stupidity and guns and bad country music.
Especially the bad country music. Everything bad and wrong with America can be found in bad country music: homophobia, jingoism, fear and pride in one's own ignorance. It's all there. And it's all in the White House for four more years.
Because now, we've legitimately elected that baboon, so we can't explain it all away by saying he cheated his way in. It was a bloodless coupe, I swear. Won't happen again. This excuse won't fly anymore. No one will believe us. We can't say any longer that we didn't know what he'd do. We know full well and gave him a blank check to double it.
I hope you motherfuckers are happy.