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Monday
When Jimmy Carter lost to Ronald Reagan in 1980, though I was loathe to do it, I supported Reagan because I had respect for the Office of the Presidency. That didn't mean I had to like the guy sitting in the Oval Office. He'd won, I believed, fair and square; the people were desperate for a change and voted for Reagan in droves. When Reagan trounced Walter Mondale (no surprise there), again I bucked up and got reluctantly back in line. Even when Bush the Elder crushed Michael Dukakis in 1988 (I'd even been a Dukakis campaign volunteer), I loosed a long, agonized sigh and cried out, "Uncle, uncle! I give up, already! Okay, I'll call you 'President' -- just don't f**k up the country too badly, please."
I digress. Through it all, I still resigned myself to the fact that these Republican men had been voted, by the people, into the Office of the President. My candidates were rejected, for whatever reason, and I had to accept it and live with it. It was the will of the people of this country, you see. I went on with life as best I could.
But now. Sorry -- no matter what happens from here on, if George W. Bush installs himself as President of the United States, I will NOT call him by that title. A title he does not deserve as far as I'm concerned. He will forever have the word "cheater" carved across his forehead. Conservative Republicans have proved -- particularly with this election -- that if they cannot win fairly, they will do whatever it takes (legalities notwithstanding) to tip the balance in their favor. They have certainly proved that in their eight year, $50 million (at taxpayer expense) battle to impeach President Bill Clinton, thus attempting to reverse the will of the people. I think I smell something odious and vile. It is the stench of Republican fascism in the air.
(Continue ... yes, it's the last one, so stop complaining)
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