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Do We Really Want THAT Again???

The politicians are on the march. They want YOUR vote! Remember...that's all they want. The Republicans (and Tea Party lunatics) want a return to how things used to be.

Here's a little reminder of just how 'well' their way worked. In June of 2008, gas prices here in Pittsburgh were at an average of $4.05 per gallon. They are currently $2.85. In June of 2008, at least a third of the people I know were either unemployed or grossly underemployed. Banks were falling apart. Homes were being foreclosed left and right (I can think of at least a half dozen in my neighborhood alone). Things looked pretty grim.

Obama was elected President and the Republicans lost no time in starting their racist rhetoric. Was he a Muslim? Was he born in the US? Was he a space alien? What he was, and is, is a half black, half white AMERICAN man who was elected President and is making good on his promises.

Sure, it's not happening overnight. Remember, when George W. Bush took the office, we had a surplus. Remember those Bush Bucks? Then the wars started. As one who lost a loved one on 9/11, I was angry enough to blow up the whole world...but thankfully cooler heads prevailed. Instead, we, the US, waged a multibillion dollar per month war...for oil. Saddam Hussein wasn't hiding any WMDs...at least none that were ever found. No, we wanted him out of power so that we could put our own people in power...and attempt to set up a stronghold in oil country.

Somewhere along the line, The Tea Party came about. If you spend 5 minutes researching, you'll find that they're financially backed by the Republicans. (see the latest issue of Rolling Stone for a great article on it) The Tea Partiers, who are all desperate and angry at the world, have grown due in large part to mass hysteria and paranoia.

Sarah Palin, who should've limped back to Alaska after the election and RESUMED HER ELECTED POSITION AS GOVERNOR, decided it would be more fun (and profitable) to become a celebrity. The woman is useless. Period.

All of the politicians attempting to win your vote are all in it for the same thing. Their own agenda. They all spout the same lies. I refuse to vote for ANYONE running a mud-slinging campaign. Tell me what you REALLY plan to do IF elected. But oddly enough, I haven't heard anyone here in PA say anything more than the usual...lower taxes, create more jobs, call 'the other guy' a lying, cheating, asshat.

Before you vote next week (and I really hope you all get out and vote your conscience) ask yourself: Do we really want to go back to $4.05 per gallon of gas?

I'm Mike Metzger and I approve this message!

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