Remember when you were young and had an overly zealous auntie who'd come to visit? She'd expect you to greet her with a big sloppy kiss--on the lips. So what would you do? If you were young enough, you might just hide from her advances... or, you could confront her and offer a handshake instead.
Every time I turn on the news, or pick up a magazine or newspaper, I feel like that little boy hiding under the couch. Please, just leave me alone. I don't want your candy, don't need your help, and feel no affection for you. Stop forcing yourself on me! Stop cramming your candidate down my throat...
I get it "Good Morning America," with your 9 minutes of opening coverage on one candidate. I get it scrolling news bar with your three positive notes about one candidate and your two negatives about another. I get it, journalists with your full coverage of Alaska's hiring and firing practices but blissful ignorance of any other conflicts of interest.
Now let me get back to that left over bagel I found under here...
I know what you mean! GOOOOO McCain!!
Posted by: kep | October 21, 2008 at 09:04 PM