In honor of the Yearly Kos event, I've decided to kill my account over there. It really has no value. At first it seemed a clever way to infiltrate the ranks of progressives who feel the collective shame of coercion in their lives and others. They always succeed in defining libertarians and shake us down for our inhumanity. For there's they take where we hope just not to do it. Maybe just less of it. We didn't make the deal with the warfare party. For that we shall stand forever and united. Perhaps. 
Some call this little band a fool's paradise and snip and snarl that we find happiness in Obama, instead of shame in Kubby or Phillies. We're not world class because we're sub class in their estimation. Our call for the wild is too shrill and not realistic enough. We slog through the electoral mill begging for a scribble on some paper that no one but objectors care about. Whether its MoveOn or Daily whatever, they have the numbers, guns and the privilege of no guilt about it, because dem otha guys is real bad. They'll take away your Social Security and never give you health care. They'll beat it into every mind that shuffles through. Tired bored kids and teachers so a few can live large, real large. When buses are free, lunches and textbooks, let's forget about the subtle real aesthetic.
So enjoy your yearly suck to MSM, I want out. I want to disassociate and never read or hear about how wonderful my local candidate is. No more spoofing or rattling cages. Where's my erase key, let me out. I know I only had five entries, but you never cared. One good word about one article. I never weigh in on those topics about us. It's tiresome. I had to read all your nonsense, come read ours before you cackle about the white trash over there. There's never any boundary in that contempt or disdain. But we're the prejudice ones. not
So this quick drunken missive in the heart of the summer when parties and people should be with the ones you trust most.
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