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After The McCain Victory


 Some will riot in the streets and take advantage of things and opportunities best left undescribed. Others will sit in comfortable chairs in the quiet of their own homes and say, why? over and over to well licked cats and unwashed girlfriends. Many will rage, rage against the machine and the irony of the people getting fucked in public places by anti-abortionists who don't really like sex much. The congress will agree to sigh three times in unison to indicate condemnation; the vote will split on straight party lines, which will make the democrats wring their hands as well in additional, silent protest. Robert Mugabe will cackle. Putin will attack a country whose name we can't pronounce. Buddhists will set fire to themselves in the streets; they will be helped by the oil lobby and Chevron. Obama will ask the Supreme Court to review the election and they will say, “you betcha.” The Hampton’s will declare martial law, and then indenture their Mexicans for security reasons.

Nothing will change; we will just become more structured as a society and more naked in our ambitions.

I will dance and fritter away my days and nights, until they catch me, knowing that I've either seen the hand of god, or the face of evil; just knowing will make all my choices easier and more refreshing.

Or put another way:
(Harvey is McCain and Butch is Obama -- I'm Sundance)
Harvey has challenged Butch to fight for control of the Hole-in-the-Wall gang]
Harvey Logan: Guns or knives?
Butch Cassidy: Neither?
Harvey Logan: Pick.
Butch Cassidy: I don't want to shoot with you Harvey.
Harvey Logan: [draws a big knife] Anything you say, Butch.
[Butch walks over to Sundance]
Butch Cassidy: [in a low voice] Maybe there's a way to make a profit in this. Bet on Logan.
Sundance Kid: I would, but who'd bet on you?
Harvey Logan: Sundance, when we're done, and he's dead, you're welcome to stay.
Butch Cassidy: [low voice, to Sundance] Listen, I don't mean to be a sore loser, but when it's done, if I'm dead, kill him.
Sundance Kid: [low voice to Butch] Love to.
[waves to Harvey and smiles]



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