Something Nice...

I promised I would say something nice today, after being rather...honest ... about Governor what's -her- name... so here goes...

From deep in the bowels of the body of diminished expectation, rumbled the McCain Campaign and a flighty air of wind emerged to paint the election in a color like polluted water from failure to control chemical runoffs; like tinged sunsets from the lack of improved air pollution controls on auto emissions; like the feeling over the human body when exposed to spent kerosene from buses and jet planes. Like the miasma over a nation when mortgage calls dismantle neighborhoods, and the flat blunt hammer fall on the skull of the country when proud financial institutions seem to crumble and fall...like the uneasy feeling when espying rust on an aging bridge or feeling it wobble while idling next to a eighteen-wheels and two containers of cargo that gets more expensive by the mile as oil prices increase during our business day.

How the evening ride home from work can cost more than the ride in, and the little man who changes the gasoline price board has a permanent crick in his neck. From the spasmodic death throes of a misadventure in Iraq, ending with the birth of yet another nation to drain our wealth for oil, and all the forgotten families who gave the lives of their children for a war in error, for the vast portions of the wealth of a great nation now on deposit in the accounts of the friends of a purely political day; now rises the sound of the man who would lead us, and the free world into the future....

he said...TIME OUT!

Well ....time out can be something nice, especially when you are hopelessly confused and overwhelmed.