The cover was simple, efficient, and stirred up emotions.
The words printed there were simple, clear, and left no doubt about the intention:
November 7, 2006
Two important days for America's future.
Now, I've seen some low ads. The one that calls Mary Jo Kilroy a supporter of the KKK because she allowed the KKK to have their First Amendment rights is particularly standing out in my head. I also like Sherod Brown being all about the druggies in his campaign. And who could forget my favourite, that Strickland should have stood up, but sat down, while NAMBLA stood up and cheered. Yes, it's clear that we should vote for Blackwell, mostly on his amazing knowledge of the North American Man-Boy Love Association's practices.
But this one. . . well, it's good to know that the RNC is making good on its promise not to campaign using images of Sept. 11th. Not that they ever managed to keep that promise in previous races: Bush used it after specifically stating that he had "no ambition whatsoever to use this as a political issue" in 2003.
I'm glad that casting a vote for a Democrat has somehow become casting a vote for a terrorist regime to take over the US. I was all breathless worrying about how to vote. Now that I've seen that a vote that goes the DNC way is like saying we might have made mistakes in Iraq, that the Patriot Act and suspension of habeus corpus is possibly in danger of being overturned, or that we might, say, sell our ports to foreign governments (oh, wait: that already happened), I think I have an idea of how to vote.
How is it that the Republican Party, the Grand Old Party, the good guys who know how to run a government so cleanly and efficently. . . how is it that they can make me, a voter who thinks on his feet, kinda leans Republican, works to know and understand the issues, and is generally all about having less government in their lives. . .
How is it that I now look like a crazy, left-wing Democratic liberal?
I miss the GOP. Someone, anyone: can you tell me where it is?
Go out and vote your conscience tomorrow, kids.
Washington doesn't seem to have one: we have to be their conscience for them.
(And remember, I find people who vote to be amazingly sexy. . .)