Early bird remorse

All that early voting, all that morning after queasiness... Comes early, doesn't it? Like Leela waking up with Zap Brannigan, the Fool's Paradise slinks away into its own garish diminuendo and turns toothpaste-like into just another tinky lump on the porcelain. America lies gaping, used and alone in the tangled sheets. Then the next McCain/Palin ad hits the airwaves, along with all the local races mimicking the pustulent slanders, lies and disinformation that made one's own early vote so urgent.

I wish I'd held off, because frankly I forgot about the pipsqueak local races. The slime oozing out from the flan-like basal edges of the Republican national campaign really does need to be flamethrowered. Corporal punishment makes sense for some of these pint-sized Atwaters. I'm glad I voted a straight Democratic ticket, frankly.

If you live in Marion, Iowa please vote for Gretchen Lawyer, the Democrat. The fanatical right wing spew coming from her extreme Core Republican opponent is pure wormtongue. Do the right thing, people. Do the wave.