For the longest time, I've been with y'all, trying to fight the Greens and In-betweens who say there's no difference between Democrats and Republicans.
But this year's election has made me realize I'm just rooting for the side I prefer and that, in fact, those folks really are right: there's not a whit's difference.
I mean, I might squawk when the other side does it, but I remember when we marched up and down in front of the hall where Bush was speaking, 16s, AKs and Glocks locked and loaded, our brave, bright signs calling for blood-spilling.
And who can forget sneaking out to the house of the brother of that Republican congressman and setting that fire by his propane tank? Boo yah! I mean, sincerely regret and all that shit.
And lord knows I can't count the Senate debates where we'd grab a GOP supporter a treat 'em to a curb sandwich, compliments of our candidates. Heck, man, that's just politics as usual, you know. both sides and all that.
Truth be told, I can't really remember a single time when I marched, or canvassed, or rallied, or phone banked, or poll watched, or leafleted, or drove old folks to the polls, or debated the pros and cons of policies, that didn't involve a bit of good, old fashioned knuckleplay or armed intimidation.
Because, hell, we all know, in the end, there's no difference between the parties, right?
Update: Damn, how could I have forgotten all those great bomb threats we made to FOX News?