This is IT folks.

The day we've all been waiting for. I certainly haven't made many friends, politically, this election cycle. In the past two weeks as I've been blogging and online campaigning in the slim hopes that the American public will wake up and take back their Republic from the two party corporate duopoly, I have been banned from 32 chatrooms, discussion groups, and blogs both on the right and the left. It would appear that the only thing the kool-aid drinkers on both sides of the aisle despise more than each other, are critical thinkers like me. Very sad, indeed.

No one seems to care about the 700 billion stolen, right out from under their noses. I don't have any children, so why do I care so much for the bill being handed down to the children of my fellow compatriots when they seem to care not?

I don't have any answers. Only questions, these days. The more that I know the less I seem to understand.I made a bet in September with my next door neighbor, Ben, an Obama supporter. Although he is a liberal, he bet me that McCain was gonna win. Being the Ron Paul Libertarian that I am, I had no trouble betting on the fact that Obama would win.

This is for very simple reasons. Obama voters are the best hope for the future, however, the war being waged on the minds of americans has taken it's toll. Obama voters actually BELIEVE that their vote is a vote of protest. They actually BELIEVE that the candidate who has recieved more campaign contributions from JP Morgan than any other candidate in history is going to give them CHANGE THEY CAN BELIEVE IN. It would seem that no one questions their own beliefs anymore, or bothers to study the issues. Critical thinking requires that you constantly challenge your own beliefs in what is right and wrong, in what is good and bad. If this had happened then maybe (just maybe) the Obama-tons would have noticed that JP Morgan was GIVEN a large portion of the bailout money that their tax dollars will pay for. And so the cycle of theft from the masses continues, and facism on the right pulls to facism on the left, and the sheeple march merrily on to the slaughter house singing happily of revolution and rebellion...

I think I'm gonna use Ben's money to get drunk, and raise a glass to the Republic that I loved so much.

Goodbye, U.S.A.

We hardly knew ya...