a broken mold

Good morning America! Time to wake up and smell the Turkish coffee. I know this is a late report over old news, but… ahem, “Republican candidates around the country seized on President Barack Obama’s support for the right of Muslims to build a mosque near ground zero, assailing him as an elitist who is insensitive to the families of the Sept. 11 victims.” Oh boy, what to add, what to add? Well, we all know that it’s an outrage what the Muslims are doing, as well as our current President. And what he’s doing. However, I feel no need to add to this fact because… well, we all know it. So, instead, let me yell at you, “Republican candidates around the country,” because you are all losers. No, you are no worse than what we got, but you still are losers. Tell me something, you are all against this thing, right? So where are you twerps? “Republican candidates?” Where is the stand, the names, the weird extremists laying down in the job sight to stop production that are so fun to watch on TV? There we go, Andrew Harris! What did he say? “He is thinking like a lawyer and not like an American…” Yes, we know lawyers are not real Americans, or even real people for that matter, but where is the outrage, the fight, the “Get off my lawn,” attitude? All I hear is more lawyer talk. No, I don’t think guns are necessary, I just think a good protest wouldn’t kill anyone. In fact, we have not had a good protest in ages it seems, and this sounds like the type of thing that needs one. Think about it this way: what would happen, say, terrorists come and blow your home up with your family and friends inside, as well as a good bit of your neighbor’s family. Now picture me patting you on the back and saying, “Don’t worry, your insurance company said the terrorists were covered, and your money will be used to make a statue in honor of their sacrifice.” What would you tell me? What are the “republican candidates” saying? The equivalent of, “I’m so ticked off right now.” Well, sorry, but that doesn’t make me jump up and down, laying palm leaves at your feet. In fact, I feel ticked off at you. So, my dear “republican candidates,” with or without names, get on the ball, be a leader, do something. Leaders are supposed to love those who they rule. Love is a verb, an action, and all I see is words. Words without action are empty and void. So to end this little rant of mine, don’t rebel, protest. It’s what makes up a healthy society.

Lovingly stated,

Caleb, your gentle politician hater.