vulgarweed | The Stages of Grief in a Nutshell

1.) No. No, he didn't just say he won't run. He didn't mean it. He's just playing some kind of game. Not true. La la la la I can't hear you!

2.) DAMN YOU TO HELL AL GORE YOU CHICKENSHIT SON OF A BITCH, are you just gonna roll over and let that thieving little criminal primate rape this country without lube for ANOTHER FOUR YEARS while you sink into your breederiffic little family fantasy ^*&%(($)(%*%(#)@(*$*#(@)!($&&$.....!!!!

3.) Please? Pretty please? We'll do a write-in campaign! We'll design a flashy cool logo for you to have painted on Air Force One! You can have all the blow jobs in the Oval Office you want - hell, I'll do it! Lots! Just please come back and try again (and win AGAIN)...

4.) What difference would it make? He wouldn't win anyway, it would just be another depressing example of slathering lowest-common-denominator media pandering and not-even-subtle election rigging. We're just doomed, that's all, doomed, and we'll be waiting in breadlines out in the cold so long the acid rain will get us first.

5.) Well, what difference does it really make to me? I know where I stand. I know I'd vote for my neighbor's annoying yappy dog over the Shrub anyday. OK, out to go check those anti-war demo listings now.