Friday, October 5, 2012

WTF?

Last night's debate depressed me. I don't know what was wrong with the President, and at this point, I don't care. Here's what I do care about, Mr. President:

You're a Democrat, and in the words of the Rude Pundit, "Fight, motherfucker!" Act like you want to win, and stop worrying about looking like the "angry black man." If some lying sack of shit spits in your face and calls it rain, you're allowed to get mad. Don't stand there and take it, call bullshit the very second you hear it. Would you rather be the angry black president who won his second term, or the nice guy who got his ass handed to him by a plutocrat who wouldn't last ten seconds in the real world? Democrats believe what they say, have passion about what they believe, and aren't afraid to say what they believe to anyone. Be a Democrat, dammit!

And I can't stress this enough: stop lecturing. Stop giving 30 seconds of detail to a retort that should last three. A quick "you're lying, Mitt, and here's why" should suffice. Then give him chapter & verse, if you must, but find a way to shorten that, too.

Find your heart, Mr. President. Find that fighting spirit that I know is within you. Use your heart, and your brain, and your soul, and kick this guy's ass. I know you can do it.

1 comment:

Tor Hershman said...

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