Or
"The Ethyl Made Me Do It"
Filling up my gas tank last night, and having to spend more than $3.00 for low-grade gas, I just about popped a gasket.
But as I screamed the price in agony, and thought of Lee Raymond's $400 Million retirement (who can play that much golf? Even DeLay and Abramoff at St. Andrews doesn't cost that much.), I got a surprising reaction from my fellow gas customers: a knowing look, an opening for discussion, a chance to bash George F'ing Bush over his failed diplomacy and policies.
This is a place where we are all anonymous, we're all standing around, and we're all thinking the same thing: "What kind of clusterf*** have we gotten into?"
And everyone knows whose fault it is: G-Dub's.
But some of our neighbors may be on the edge, on the fence, unsure if you are a Safe-and-Sane Democratic voter or a Rabid-Rubber-Stamp Republican.
This is the time to show your colors. There is nothing good that can be said about our Preznit while your cash turns to liquid. And filling up your tank with fools' gold is the perfect time to drive home the real cause of why us fools are paying so much for gas.
It's the perfect time to remind everyone who's in charge now.
It's the perfect time to remind everyone of the most simple solution to get these people out of our lives: vote Democratic.
Try it, you'll like it. I did.