An elderly fella comes walking out on the stage, a big, grand stage set up for a surefire blister of a speech; meat for the lions in the crowd. Better put, bath salt for the zombies. You can see them clearly in camera shots taken from behind the podium. The white-haired actor, who is more libertarian than republican, casts his famous gaze and grin over a mass of mindless soldiers, dripping with the blood of socialism from their mouths, moaning of lost Founders and clawing through the patriotic air of elephant shit at a lost Constitution.
Thousands inside and millions over the airwaves huddle together to keep each other warm with the budgets of Ryan, resisting the cold breeze of the Washington Democratic money machine, blowing money across this great land. Pay no mind to the GOP Nets cast to capture as much of that money as possible. Hey, if its out there, it isnt spending...its taking advantage of an opportunity. Its building business.
Somethings were missing, however, from this convention of the only patriots left on this earth, the last soldiers of freedom, the Templar's of Conservatism. First, our soldiers. Not a word. Second, a balanced budget. The party afraid of the cliff just made the ditch a little shallower. I'm sure a 100 foot fall will kill you the same as 120 foot fall.
I didn't see a stork either. They were busy hiding from one Rep T. Akins. He thinks that if he kills all the storks, no one can have rape babies any more.
And, I didn't see a man in the chair that the speaker had awaiting him on stage. The set up to illustrate through allegory, a President who must answer for his questions. The chair, the chair the contender wants to sit it in, in his stead. An empty chair. I found a different message in that chair. I found a party would must talk to imaginary friends as they cannot find truth to debate on a level field with the real person. I found a party who was looking for a man that couldnt be found because he was working, he was out.
I found the story of a man who left us to do what we elected him to do, and offered only an empty chair. Romney wants that empty chair. I'm not sure an empty suit can fill it.
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Thousands inside and millions over the airwaves huddle together to keep each other warm with the budgets of Ryan, resisting the cold breeze of the Washington Democratic money machine, blowing money across this great land. Pay no mind to the GOP Nets cast to capture as much of that money as possible. Hey, if its out there, it isnt spending...its taking advantage of an opportunity. Its building business.
Somethings were missing, however, from this convention of the only patriots left on this earth, the last soldiers of freedom, the Templar's of Conservatism. First, our soldiers. Not a word. Second, a balanced budget. The party afraid of the cliff just made the ditch a little shallower. I'm sure a 100 foot fall will kill you the same as 120 foot fall.
I didn't see a stork either. They were busy hiding from one Rep T. Akins. He thinks that if he kills all the storks, no one can have rape babies any more.
And, I didn't see a man in the chair that the speaker had awaiting him on stage. The set up to illustrate through allegory, a President who must answer for his questions. The chair, the chair the contender wants to sit it in, in his stead. An empty chair. I found a different message in that chair. I found a party would must talk to imaginary friends as they cannot find truth to debate on a level field with the real person. I found a party who was looking for a man that couldnt be found because he was working, he was out.
I found the story of a man who left us to do what we elected him to do, and offered only an empty chair. Romney wants that empty chair. I'm not sure an empty suit can fill it.
All Right Reserved ©Copyright 2010,2011 Paul Hugenberg. Distribute with proper citation only.
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