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I’m sick of it.  Only 49 days until it’s over.  49 more days of mudslinging, dirt digging, personal jabbing, lying, smiling, waving, talking, talking, and talking.  Then there will be peace…well, not really, but at least the effing elections will be over.

Because of the severe rage it causes me (directed towards both sides of the aisle), I have made a pledge to avoid election coverage at all costs.  It will be difficult, as Fox News is on for 8 hours at the office, but I’m going to try my best.

I’m so sick of either side attacking the other over semantics, twisting and warping the words of the other to push their agendas.  The Democrats went so far as to have an ad out HOURS after McCain said something they thought was stupid.  Both sides are arrogant, obnoxious, and ridiculous.

And so help me God, if I hear one more person blaspheme and say “Jesus was a community organizer, Pontius Pilate was a governor” (I’m looking at you Susan Sarandon, you unoriginal, baggy eyed idiot.  Come up with your own quotes) or hear the word “Change” one more time (again, coming from both sides) I’m going to slap that smug grin off Barack Obama’s face, follow it up with an upper-cut to Keith Olberman’s neck,  spinning scissor kick Tucker Carlson’s bowtie off, and raise Rush Limbaugh’s fat, pill-popping girth above my head and throw him to the ground.   I’m not so sure that Jesus was a community organizer.  In fact, I believe he caused quite a bit of commotion, which naturally causes chaos, which is the opposite of organization.  Oh yeah, and he died for our sins.

Now excuse me, I’m going to sit by the door and wait for the Secret Service to show up.

**PS**  I realize it’s hard for me to appear balanced due to the large McCain endorsement on my Xbox widget, but I don’t care.  I was once on the Obama bandwagon until I realized he stood for what people wanted him to stand for (read:  nothing).  Hell, I voted for the guy in the primaries.  And no, I didn’t come to that realization from listening to Fox News all day, every friggin’ day.  It came to me on my own.  Well, maybe Glenn Beck helped a little.