I hope that John Kerry does not become president for a very apolitical reason: if I’m this sick of looking at him and listening to his grating voice already, I’ll be absolutely nuts by the end of a first Kerry term.
Some of you will vote for him just for that reason.
Others will say it’s too late.
Also, as much as I think that the Swift Vets story has merit—I’m sick of hearing and reading about it, Kerry’s culpability in making his service a big deal notwithstanding.
I'm all Kerryed out.
I'm also sick of the people who pass on misinformation about the military without even the slightest pretense of looking up information. Heck, even those who have been in the military don't know everything about it. Don't just spew crap that you "heard." Research and link to your sources. Most people will appreciate that you've taken the time to do your homework and will gently correct you (as I well know).
Maybe I just have Michele's malaise: old-lady-itis. Her birthday was Tuesday and mine is approaching as well (Sunday). I've got a year on her. Maybe I'm morphing into the grumpy old cat lady. (If I start cat-blogging, you'll know that the transformation is complete.)
Nah, that can't be it. Though I joke about being up there, I've never been one to worry about the accumulation of years, considering the alternative.
I'm just not a drama-junkie. Oh sure, I like a little feces-storm as much as the next blogger, but this one is like a never-ending Hurricane Charley of stink.
And John Kerry's sputtering reactions to it are pitiable. I hate to see a man look foolish and petty in public, even if I'm not fond of the man. I'm embarrassed for him.
Come on November second.