Hi, this is your friendly neighbor from up north speaking. That new-fangled dairy mechanism finally activated in my account, and cow almighty, it's good to finally get out of my igloo. Diary, not dairy you say? Who cares, it's all filled with Vitamin Me anyway.
First things first. Like one wise Kos member once famously said: "Never trust any UID over 20,000". Then let it be known that I am UID 148601, but all numbers added gives me a UID of 20, so I'm a thousand times more trustable than you, Mister or Miss UID 20,000. What do you say to that huh?
Or you could all hide your pooties and children away, just in case.
I'm a bit late to the party with this diary. It seems to me that since John Edwards left the campaign, things around here are starting to get a little tame. Of course, the Rec List is still spawning candidate diaries faster than a bunny on E, but something's missing...
Ah yes, I remember now. It's the excitement of the WWF, the Word Wrestling Federation, where invectives were delivered like folded metal chairs on the metaphorical heads of the opposite team. And what teams they were, always ready to rumble.
On the first corner, you had the S.E.P.T.I.C (Scorched-Earth Politics Totally Invalidate Clintons) team, always alert to the smell of foul moves at the voting booth. Their favorite finishing move was the "Hope Hold", and is too graphic to even describe.
On the opposite corner resided the K.U.M.B.A.Y.A (Koolaid Usage Makes Barack Apostles Yell Amen) team, forever vigilant to the plights of fairy tales. Their favorite finishing move was the "Lobbyist Round Kick", and is too devastating to even contemplate.
And now in all corners, the S.W.I.T.C.H.E.D (Such Wimpiness Is Totally Chicken Hearted, Edwards Deserters) team, always ready to jump into the action everytime one of their own shipped to the S.E.P.T.I.C or the K.U.M.B.A.Y.A. team. Their favorite finishing move is, well, finished. And that's a damn shame.
Yes, I would have been an Edwards voter if I was a citizen of the United States. While the above paragraphs are caricatures of how I perceived the whole debate between supporters of each candidate, there was always something going on with the Edwards supporters that appealed to me. Like Edwards himself, maybe it was their fervor at the thought of fighting to turn back the country to a state where the working and middle class matters. This is the heart of the matter, and these people are the heart of the land, and it is not something I perceive is happening with the other two candidates. I hear calls of Competence, I hear calls of Unity, but I don't hear the sound of steel-toed work boots and hard hats being prepared as much as what emanated from the Edwards campaign.
Yes, Clinton or Obama will make history, but let's face it: the next President will be challenged by a country that is at the frontier line of Fubar Alley. And I wonder if, in the end, their entry in the history book shall be a mere footnote. With Edwards, I'm under the impression that you would have inherited chapters of what dreams became.
Speaking of dreams, I bid you all goodnight.