As if I needed to tell you, tomorrow (today, by the time some of you east-coasters read this) is Election Day. It’s time for you to step up and do your duty as an American citizen, to take whatever time is necessary out of your day to go vote.

Obviously, I think it’s critical that you vote for Kerry. If you’re thinking about voting Nader, don’t make me come over there and stomp your guts out — you’re part of the reason we’re in the mess we’re in now. Wake up, smell the stench around you, and get with the fucking program. Nader is a spoiler, plain and simple, and the only “message” you can possibly send in voting for him is not that 3rd parties can draw significant support, but instead that you’d rather have another four years of Bush than 30 seconds of voting smart over heart. Every vote counts. Your vote counts. Don’t waste it.

And if you’re planning to vote for Bush, I really seriously strongly no-kidding- around insist that you follow this link and take the Patriot Pledge first. As I said in an earlier entry, if you’re going to talk the talk then you’d damn well better walk the walk. The things on this pledge are what you’ll be voting for, so you have a moral responsibility to agree to them. If you don’t, well… See my above comments on Kerry. Wake up and smell the sewage.

We have an opportunity tomorrow to take our country back from the hacks and thieves who stole it in 2000. They will stop at nothing, they will lie, cheat and steal to hang onto it, so it’s critical that every single one of you do your duty and vote. Bush has to go. We must return to this nation its stolen honor.

We can take it back. Let’s do it.

I have a challenge for my conservative mouth-breathing brethren who are planning to vote for W on November 2nd. I want you to go take the Patriot Pledge and sign up for everything you’re voting for. If you’re going to talk the talk, then you’d damn well better walk the walk.

This hag is what passes for “hot” in conservative circles; she’s the most attractive arrow in the Viagra-assisted Republican quiver. A couple of guys tried (and, sadly, failed) to pie her in the face at a ranting speaking engagement yesterday. Unsheathing her rapier wit, she retorted, “From that far away they can’t even hit me?” Oooh, good one, Ann!

Considering the way they drool over this haggard, spindly Q-tip, is it any wonder the Right thinks the Boy King is the nuts? Clearly, they have no judgement, no taste. Which is reason # 525,429 why W must go.

And speaking of W’s impending unemployment, don’t let the completely baffling polls showing that W is inching back into the lead again get you down. Employ the power of positive thinking.

�We may need a bigger army.”
– Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld, Time, 12/21/03

�The draft –� which will include both boys and girls this time around — is a no-brainer in ’05 and ’06.”
– Col. David Hackworth (ret.), Military.com, 10/4/04

“I made it very plain. We will not have an all-volunteer army.”
– George W. Bush, 10/16/04

Q: What is the difference between Vietnam and Iraq?

A: George W. Bush had a plan to get out of Vietnam.

From the Daily Kos

My close personal friend Jim asks: “Hey Chuck, take a picture of something you LIKE about the Republicans.” Sure thing, Jim. Here you go:

Now this is a Republican for whom I would vote.

The votes aren’t even cast, counted and ignored in Florida yet, and already the Republican National Committee is doing everything they can to cheat their way back into the White House: Now they’re funding a voter registration company in several key states that is shredding Democrat registration forms.

Considering Bush’s insane reference to Dred Scott in the last debate, I half expect them to try to reinstate the Jim Crow laws before the election.

Today’s Republican party: the wrong kind of Right.

I shamelessly stole this from the other Chuck at the Big Mattress.

The debate is going on right now, but I haven’t seen any of it yet. I’m Tivoing it for later. But when I do watch it, I’ll watch it with an even more cynical eye because this seems to me that it’s very, very plausible:

Does the Commander in Chimp wear a wireless earpiece so the brains of the outfit can play Cyrano de Bergerac and whisper sweet nothings (and complete sentences) in his ear during these debates? I’ll bet he does.