Pat Dollard | Young Americans

Mitt is just too…I don’t know. When I was a hippie kid in the 60’s, my parents, bless their little pot smoking liberal hearts, had a word for certain people…people like Mitt. Plastic. He’s just too plastic. Not real. I sometimes get the feeling he’s like this mannequin puppet programmed to answer every question just the way he thinks you’d like to have it answered. Plastic hair, plastic smile…plastic. Decent man, but plastic.

McCain…you know I’m all for most vets, especially guys who really paid the price. And I would back McCain up in a fight any day of the week. But his record screams liberal, and I don’t want to live in the country my parents envisioned. Everyone in that Utopia got addicted to coke and either OD’d, died in an accident, killed someone, was murdered, or committed suicide, because the Utopia they envisioned was seen through a veil of fuzzy logic laced with THC, LSD, and SHIT. Plus, his immigration policy stinks. Patriotic man, but too liberal.

Rudy, Rudy, Rudy. I like cops. I like guys who put national security first. In a real way. I like good organizers, because I’m not one. But Rudy is a little too close to the center for my liking. A little too…I don’t know the word…I can’t “see” into Rudy and determine his motives sometimes. That is troublesome to me, but at least I know he’ll have guys out on a post at night so my daughter can sleep soundly. But he wouldn’t be my choice. Good watchman, but too centristic (is that a word?).

So I have come to the conclusion that I am going to have to simply support, wholeheartedly, whoever ends up with the nod…

…because the alternatives…The Wicked Bitch of Oz, or the Question Mark Kid, are not an option.