I don’t give a flying rat’s ass how you vote, but I’ll tell you how I do. Been doing this long enough– since 1980–and there is one thing I’ve figured out, it’s that every damned election, local or national, boils down to two things, money and whether the U.S. Constitution still means a goddamned thing. I’m not voting for some pretty or phony who can make you feel warm and fuzzy inside. I vote policy. It’s the only rule I have. You wanna vote for the guy or gal who shakes hands and kisses babies? Fine. But I’m here for what the hell they’re gonna do once in office.
And let’s be honest–it’s damn near impossible to know what they stand for until they’ve already stabbed us in the back, but that’s the crapshoot we sign up for when we vote. Because every single one of them is dishonest. It’s not even a matter of if they screw us, it’s how and when.
Locally? I vote my fucking wallet. If I even think it’s gonna cost me or anyone else more of our hard-earned cash, I vote to turn the spigot off. Period.
Don’t care how shiny their pitch is, how much they smile, or how many promises they make. You’re not getting my money.
And those people trying to rewrite the state constitutions with their feel-good, political bullshit? Shove it.
Every time they change a word, it costs us, the taxpayers, more money, if not our liberties. And guess what? It means the same fucking thing as before.
Just a bunch of assholes rearranging the deck chairs on a sinking ship. But it keeps them busy. Keeps them pretending they’re doing something worthwhile.
It’s a scam. Always has been. Always will be.
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