Sans "Mojo," still I travail..
Since "Kos" is amongst the most read, and obviously is one of the most influential of "blogs," and although I am at the very best - a third-class citizen in the rarified atmosphere that is "Kos-Land" - Just one pet peeve that might actually have some bearing "up there" in that rarified atmosphere comes to mind...
"Look, Mom! No links!" That's right, I don't know how to create a fine and handy-dandy "diary" replete with hypertext connections to people writing on these "Internets" from their perches in the Democratic aviary.
I work for a living. I'm tired. I'm still on a dial up connection provided through AOL. I'm even what some might call "uneducated."
But hells bells, folks, here's a ditty!
I vote.
You need me.
If the votes are actually counted, and not manipulated by the "elite folks" (are you feeling a trifle smug and elite yet?)
Your ass is grass if you don't pay attention. The Democratic Party is worth less than two pounds of fermented dinasaur shit if you don't pay attention.
If I didn't have a horse in this race, I could care less. But I still care, because I have that misplaced, Boy Scout honor type of misplaced belief in "America." Tell me that I didn't get sucked into the lie. Convince me. Tell me what you are going to do for me with all that money that they take out of my miserable paycheck.
All of your wonderful university educations will add up to naught in this most important time, and political arena unless you listen. Not to me, but to Us. You need our vote. I really "am" legion.
I decided to become politically aware recently. I had nothing better to do. My job dissapeared.
Sans a miracle, I'm going to die prematurely for lack of timely medical attention. The death certificate will read "heart failure."
Go figure. There's no-place to put a check mark next to "America Failure."
I have a son, and although he is bright enough to make it through USC Medical School, I can't afford to send him.
I'm that hard working guy that somehow failed, and wasn't quite good enough, under a nation led by Republicans. I'm disgruntled. I'm disenchanted. I'm pissed off.
I'm your base. Understand this - I Am Your Base.
Use me. I'm game. I'm smart enough to know when I've been taken for a ride. Hell, I'm aching to get just a little bit even.
Ignore me at your own risk.
Or not. And keep doing what your doing - (Since it's working so awfully well over the past few years...)