Politico
We met early in the primaries and broke up two years later on Election Day.
We met early in the primaries and broke up two years later on Election Day.
I laughed when I saw the politician on television because he was the one who liked tickle torture and me in black stockings.
When I read his e-mail I realized why I have no Republican friends.
As a 31-year-old white male in 2008, I finally grasp the political truth in that Public Enemy cassette I rocked in 1992.
I called a certain moronic President a "bozo" and my mom told me that we do not "blaspheme the president."
I said I couldn't believe he would rather be remembered as a racist than a homosexual and got the answer that he would be remembered as both of these, and a coward.
President Bush killed my father, a soldier whose burned remains are now a part of the Iraqi desert landscape, and I, longing to fit in by supporting something I did not understand, was stupid enough to vote for him the previous year.