Dear MoveOn member,Imagine waking up on November 7, the day after an unexpected Romney victory.
You really thought President Obama had it in the bag.
Well, I knew he was a douchebag. Is that what you meant?
But now, here you are. You’ve got puffy eyes from crying,
Not really, because I’m not a mewling little pussy.
and a hoarse voice from shouting at the TV the night before—
Sort of like after a really kick ass concert?
and waking up, it feels like you’ve gotten a kick in the stomach.
Or just delivered a good kick in some commie balls.
You still can’t believe it really happened. (Just think back to 2000 or 2004.)
I do. Often. The bad old years of 5% unemployment and non-corpse ambassadors.
With 35 days left, we’re in the final stretch of the presidential campaign.
The final stretch of America’s Dark Ages.
Now is the time to give it our all. No regrets, and more importantly, no Romney in the White House. Don’t wake up with puffy eyes on November 7; volunteer on Saturday to talk to voters.
Puff this bitch. I’ll wake up with either a grin like a virgin after prom, or with thumbs raw from loading magazines, but there’s no way in hell my eyes will be puffy. There will be a glint in them, either one of merriment and mirth, or one of steel. And rest assured, I’m talking to voters. For now as one does fellow country men. If the die is cast and our republic does not shake off the sin of cultism and lethargic dependency, if it does not continue the steps towards Constitutional restoration, then I will speak with long range ballistic rhetoric. So either way, you and your ilk will cry like the pussified twats that you are.
Thanks for all you do.
Suck my nut sack and choke to death you commie cunt.