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you're better off with Eastwood

I've finally calmed down from watching the Republican National Convention and it is sad to say, the person that lied and contradicted himself the least was talking to an imaginary person.  Yeah, i'll say it again, the most honest person at the RNC was rambling and talking to an empty chair. 

There is something wrong with a party that truly believes that God wants Americans to be better off than every other country in the world.  We thin we are the chosen people.  Its like were turning into Israel 2.0.

There is something wrong with a party that truly believes that they're not rich enough when they are the richest collection of people in the world.

There is something wrong with a party that thinks if that they trot out enough tokens, they will magically convince us all that they are inclusive.

The thing I'm not sure about is if they think we're stupid enough to believe them or do they actually believe some of the trash they spew.  I miss Sarah Palin.  She was an idiot but you could tell she believed the crap she was saying.  You can't tell what Mitt Romney is actually thinking about anything.  I know he thinks that getting rich people even richer is a good thing but he doesn't even have a comprehensive plan to make it happen.  Oh, he'll cut their taxes but they pay the lowest tax rates anyway.  Also, how the hell do you criticize people for running up the debt but you continually promote military action which is the biggest waste of money you can have... outside of an election of course.  The whole republican platform is to spend money over seas and cut taxes.  That is how we got into debt in the first freaking place!

Clint Eastwood did offer one solid piece, though.  It is alright to make a change.  There is nothing fundamentally wrong with voting for who you like, ask Bill Clinton, but you really should have a BETTER option before you start leaning on that message.

Does a better option have a Swiss bank account?  Do we want a president that openly hides money in tax shelters?  That's just ridiculous.

Don't tell that to republicans though.  They are nothing if not dedicated to the cause.  They don't care about rationality or reality and it really is sad that they rely so heavily on zealotry.  Love them or not, they are a good percentage of the country.

It is symbolic that Clint would talk to an empty chair.  Republicans only seem to debate against words they put in people's mouths anyway.  The real question is, how long will it be before Americans get fed up with this silliness?

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