cawacko
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Oh, I know, you are conservative as the day is long, I've 'thanked' many of your brilliant posts over the years. I think that's what bothers me the most about your comments. A fitting analogy would be, if your car wasn't running well, and you decided that taking a baseball bat to it might help... it won't, but it may make you feel better to bash your car all to hell. There is only one party that can defeat Obama and the Democrats, and it doesn't help to pound them with a baseball bat over stuff they did in the past. You don't like the Republican establishment? Fine! Don't vote for Mitt Romney! Stop supporting whatever yahoo the establishment tells you to, and nominate someone who feels the same as you and I on the direction of the Republican party and the country.
I'll tell you two things I've done. One my best friends mom's was appointed Head of the U.S. mint during Bush's first term and then she got appointed to the state department I believe during his second term. My friend got married in '06. Of course I got drunk at the wedding. I probably talked his poor mom's ear off for close to 20 minutes about Bush, the Republicans and their spending problem until someone mercifully pulled me away from her. His mom still talks about me to this day. 'Your friend Cawacko is really passionate about the Republican Party'. Well the real truth is I was passionate about reducing spending. If the Democrats came out and proposed reducing spending in a way I liked I would support it but that's neither here nor there. People need to speak their mind to the party imo.
And because I have a death wish on Saturday and Sunday mornings on occassion I would walk down the busy retail streets of SF wearing my Bush Country shirt. This was during his first two years of office. I was embarrassed to wear it after that. I would have my sunglasses on so I could watch people's reaction to the shirt. I would literally see people have a viceral reaction right in the street it pissed them off so much. I also had tennis shoes on in case I had to run. A bit of hyperbole here but at times it felt like walking by the KKK wearing a Jesse Jackson/Al Sharpton shirt.