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Having now lived through years of watching idiots trample on my nation, I've little doubt I can survive 97 more days.
More than 2,700 of my fellow Americans were sent to their slaughter by an administration who cares more about lining their friends' pockets than they do for the men and women who live here. I think - with those 2,700+ soldiers and their families depending on me - I can survive 97 more days.
I have spent hours upon hours talking about the dangers of electronic voting machines to anyone and everyone I meet. There's still more work to do so I think I can find a way to survive another 97 more days.
My brother served in a Vietnamese hell hole for four months before being blown to bits by a land mine as a part of another war based on lies and speculation. I'm sure I can survive another 97 days.
97 more days until my fellow Americans breathe new life into our Congress. 97 more days until the rubber stamp is split. 97 more days until the damage can start to be repaired. 97 more days until we, the American people, can begin impeachment hearings. 97 more days until bit by bit, memo by memo, the truth is told about the energy hearings, about Plame, about Niger yellowcake, about mushroom clouds, about the military's non-action on Sept. 11th, about a president who wasted 20+ minutes while the nation was devastated, about journalists on the public payroll, about propaganda being fed to news outlets, about domestic spying, about so many other things we don't know about and that I'm just not sick enough to dream up.
For now, let them eat cake... for 97 more days.
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