As I ate my delicious dinner of sesame chicken yesterday I received this phone call on my cell:
"Hi, this is Diane from the Barack Obama campaign. Blah blah blah. Can I ask who you're voting for?"
I like a little about what Obama says, and the same amount with McCain. But my real decision is between Ron Paul and Ralph Nader, since I believe in them more than the other two dorks — just because I like underdogs. Really, the lesser of two evils is still evil (and I can't figure out who's the least evil out of the Dems or GOP.)
So, like any intelligent American, I proudly said:
"I'm voting for Paul Frank."
(Did I forget to mention I was really hungover and am still recovering from massive nervous tissue brain damage? Well, I was and I am.)
"You mean, the designer guy who does the monkeys and stuff? That's the guy you want to run the country?"
By now, I just had to roll with it.
"No, um, the writer from www.PointsInCase.com. He's really funny, supports legalized medical cocaine, the flat tax and lowering the death penalty age. These are platforms I highly believe in."
"Well, you know voting for a third party candidate is why we got George W. Bush in the first place."
"Well, maybe your candidates shouldn't have sucked so much."