man ‘o war didn’t race

Tomorrow will be an awesome day… Finally all the political ads telling me what I should and shouldn’t believe in, what I think is right or wrong and who is the right one for me (what do they have prince charming up in there??? I think not) will stop. The annoying people on the corner, as I get to the first stoplight in my town, waving their hipp-ity-do-da signs, wanting me to “continue” (did I support it to begin with, hhhmmm?) to support whatever it is that’s made my little town a puddle of poo every time it rains, will go back to their hippy huts. People will stop trying to thrust campaign materials into my hands while I’m in my pj’s trying to get ice cream at the store when I’m havin a shit day already. I’m in my pj’s. What part of this says: “hey, chat with me I’m totally down right now to talk about your fucked up attitudes toward other peoples rights”? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been talkin trash and doin my share of name calling *coughs,* sarah palin’s a bitch, *clears throat*. I’ll be watching tonight, right this moment Kentucky is red (the first state to report) and that’s just sad. But what do we expect from Kentucky? The state where they celebrate Tater day, and have a mayor named Goofy in a town called Rabbit Hash. yeah Let’s be done and have Wednesday. Yay Wednesday! Happy hump day, ye-frickin-ha, let’s get down to the real shit now. Ask me tomorrow what the real shit is. Today I think I’ll find a sidewalk to spit on and an animal to ride.