The U.S. electorate is alike a bunch of drunks, staggering between two parties hoping one or the other will finally make them feel good, safe, and secure. Ever disappointed, these addicts will still hope that a fix of Clinton, or a fix of Bush, or “Hope and Change”, will bring their blurry vision of some perfect society into focus. Instead they are left bloody in the gutter, wallets emtpy, but too drunk on Statest coolaid to acknowledge the truth of their situation. Like dogs, they return to their vomit, and hope for more of the same.
Because sometimes it's serious.
