Let me first state for the record that I detest most politicians, Democrats and Republicans alike. Oh, I’m sure there are exceptions on both sides of the political aisle, and to be honest, my only exposure to aactual political figure and campaign was back in the early ’70s when I didn’t know any better and John Kerry of all people was running for Congress on an anti-Vietnam War platform.

But in my mind the only thing most politicians are interested in are feathering their own pockets at the expense of hard-working taxpayers who don’t have, say, the luxury of taking their spouses and well-connected friends on junkets to Denmark to watch a bunch of limp-wristed Europeans and third-world despots attempt to fleece the pockets of the industrialized nations for the sake of some totally contrived idea that the fate of the world hangs in our ability to counteract human-induced climate change.

What a bunch of idiots. What a bunch of bullshit.

This is very cool, though….

But I digress.

Now where was I? Oh yeah. I look and listen to these clowns, this Barack Obama, this Harry Reid, this Nancy Pelosi, this Barney Frank, and ask myself: who on earth would ever vote for these imbeciles to an office higher than your average town clerk job? I mean, who do these people think they are? Talk about being drunk with power! And how many actual living, breathing people have these clowns ever represented in their districts? 20K?, 40K? And now they’re all of a sudden so smart that they can decide how 1/4 (banking/finance) and 1/6 of our economy (health care) should operate?

I think not.

My whole point is this: I despise the so-called “gentlemen” and “gentlewomen” who we have put in charge of this country. You listen to them give speeches in their various houses or blather on the cable talking-head shows, and you just shake your head as they spout their own party’s talking points. You look at them and wonder if they’ve ever so much as run a business, treated a patient, worn a decent suit, held a real job, or received a paycheck that wasn’t courtesy of the taxpayers of their state or district.

We need new blood, new leadership, desperately, because I’m thoroughly convinced that Barack Obama is nothing more than an egomaniacal, socialist ideologue who would need instructions as to how to run a capitalist lemonade stand; that his wife is nothing but an angry, bitter powermonger whose grandiose ideas of her own so-called class, culture, and intellect are the result of the syncophants she and her husband have surrounded themselves with. That if Harry Reid wasn’t a U.S. senator that he’d have a damned hard time holding a job shining shoes at Las Vegas’s McCarron Airport; that Nancy Pelosi is a frustrated, power-hungry witch who could care less about what anyone outside of her corrupt circle of well-connected hacks thinks. That Mitch McConnell, Lindsey Graham, and John McCain all ought to think about finding new pastures to graze upon.

And to top it all off, my pool temperature is heading south as quickly as Barack Obama’s fortunes. I’ll see this about “The Messiah”: he makes Bill Clinton look like Abraham Lincoln.

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Pool temp: 50 degrees