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Kids:
Herbert F'ing Hoover on a flappole. I had to break my sabbatical to weigh on that walking
haircut, that most mundane piece of milquetoast known as Mitt Romney who somehow scored
a goddamn primary win in my childhood state. Does the mitten really want to put that
sniveling F*ck into the oval office? This pandering ninny with all the personal firepower and
pop of a ninety-four year old eunuch? A guy who, under duress, has displayed all the spine
of a f*cking hot flip-flop?
Romney represents, nay PERSONIFIES that most loathsome of creatures: The career politician.
And if we want to ensure the complete and utter collapse of the electoral process, then let's
continue foisting up half-measures like 'The Mitt' and give them a national platform to opine
their harebrained bullsh*t.
Detroit Rock City, my love for you will never change but my disappointment in the state
that surrounds you has suffered immeasurably...if only for the moment.
Back to my cave to grieve.
JC
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