The wires vibrated, the tumblers turned, and out dropped this irregular despatch from our regular correspondent Suzuki Samurai
Has there ever been a more ghastly bunch of presidential candidates for Americans to choose from? Ever? Ever at any time at all?!
I thought that Mitt the Git Romney or Obamamessiah was a bad enough choice.
But Trump? Seriously?
Hairy Clit-on? Yuk!
Where’s the choice?
Where’s there something to choose from?
The death-by-a-thousand-cuts course that the US has been on for years is painful to watch – even more painful to be part of it, I imagine.
The hope that America once represented is now hopeless. The liberty lost. The choices nugatory; the candidates negligible at best.
So listen up: All you folk who vote for the “least-bad” of the very bad candidates, it’s time to admit it. You're just stalling.
Hoping that in some small way your awful choice for president is going to save you...at least a little bit.
Hoping that there will be at least a bit of a roll-back.
Hoping they will at least slow the growth of the Fed beast down.
Hoping America won't go further down the toilet – evern further down.
Well hope away kids. You know where hope for change got you all.
So on the other hand, you could abstain from votingaltogther. You could join the don't-vote-it-only-encourages the bastards abstentionists so you can claim you weren't part of sullying your own integrity. Hmm, tempting. But all it really does is encourage the bastards to get away with screwing you regardless.
So what to do?
Here’s my answer: to all the the fed-up, the knocked, the American libertarians, the Objectivists and the abstentions, I say to all of you get out and vote like all hell. Get out and vote like hell for one Bernie Ilyich Sanders and just get it all over with.
Do it! Bring the curtain down. And then get away as far as possible cause it'll get ugly. Real ugly.
But while you're away get organised. Get other liberty minded people educated; raise funds; and be ready to fill the vacuum before the black fascists fill the void left over from the red ones.
It's like keeping alive a horse with a broken leg – shoot the fucking thing, and go out and get a new one.
Oh, and best of luck.