Where are the Paul Wellstones of our nation? I crave an idealist right now. Just one. One who might shore up the molding, ammonia smelling group of political narcissists oozing and splaying their bacteria across the print and talking heads in the media.
I won't even dignify names. Lying CIA? Is that an oxymoron or what?
Taking your crayons and going home because you don't like the coloring books?
Acting like a lovesick 13 year old girl with a crush on a teen idol?
Relentlessly pursuing your best friend's wife?
Juxtapose all this moldy smelling drama with thousands of people out of work , without health care and tell me-are you feeling as sick and discouraged as I am?
An apt cliche?
What is wrong with this picture?
