Monday, January 19, 2009

Further away than it was 40 years ago...

I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

And tomorrow a misogynist, Marxist, product of the corrupt Chicago machine--without the integrity or the testosterone to vote yes or no on issues relating to crime and dying babies, who thinks it's funny to throw gangsta signs and surreptitious middle fingers, who'd rather work out than visit wounded troops, who changes his promises depending on his audience--is going to be installed as Commander-in-Chief.

Character? No one cares about character.

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