Under the United States Constituition, I am guaranteed to say whatever I want. No matter if it is politically correct or not. Our Founding Fathers (FF) had a really smart idea with the passing of this amendment:
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or of the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.
Now the FFs were really smart dudes. Ben Franklin was a writer, scholar and inventor, just to name a few. And that loudmouth Thomas Paine, boy could he spit some serious talk (i.e. The Age of Reason). But the one thing they absolutely, without a doubt, made sure to give us was our freedom to say what we want, when we want, and however we want to do it. Ours was, and is, and experimental government. It had never been tried before. No people had been guaranteed these rights before. The FFs were freakin' amazing!
Now come the last new millineum and we got ourselves a fat cat in office who, by popular opinion, doesn't really like the FFs First Amendment. He wants to be able to listent in on your phone calls and arrest you if you say something he doesn't like. This just won't do. Lucky the FFs are dead, cause Mr. President would have killed 'em (figuratively, of course).
Now this fat cat has done put us all in the mood for a man, or woman, to give us back some freedoms. We got two presidential cantidates who are defying the odds, one's of mixed races, and the other's a woman. And they're both progressives who want to get us back on track with our freedom to speak. This is what we need. I don't want to have to worry that if I say the word bomb twenty-five times (like when I'm talking about Google-bombing), I won't have big men in black suits bustin' down my door.
So in these upcoming elections, I'd like you to think. Think about who the FFs would want for El Presidente. Because, after all, they did create this country.
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I think they'd elect Ron Paul, but alas, he's done for.
Ah, well. So it goes, so it goes... Me, I don't know who on Earth I'd vote for in the general election. I really don't like any of them...
"-bah!! Pardon the "bah!" I feel several "bahs!", but out of courtesy I only say one."
H.P. Lovecraft