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Edited on Tue Nov-02-04 07:58 AM by TheWatcher
As the Sun rises on the East Coast it is still shrouded in the darkness of the waning early morning hours before the End Game begins here in the West.
Today is a very special day.
Today we make a Choice.
It is a Choice that has been made since the Birth of our country 228 years ago. A choice that has made us unique in the eyes of the World, a precious gift forged in the Blood of our Forefathers and those who fought to give us that gift, that precious right that too often we take for granted.
The Choice we make today carries far more significance than it ever has before.
The Choice we make today will decide the Future of our Country and the Future of the rest of our lives, our Children's lives, and possibly the very fate of this Planet. The stakes are higher than they have ever been, and the importance of what we do today is being watched by Billions of eyes around the World.
Today we are the Center Of It All.
There is an excitement, an anxiety, a nervousness, and a sense of empowerment in the air like none I have ever felt in my lifetime.
Today, the Ghosts Of Our Forefathers, and perhaps those of everyone who fought and shed, blood, sweat and tears during the Birth of This Nation are all around us. Our rich history, for better or for worse, hangs in the balance of the pull of a lever, or a push of the button.
Today we not only make history, but we are shaping the very fabric of history itself, and the history to come.
For the past four years, we have all walked this road together, though the heartbreak, the outrage, the fury, the injustice, and the horror of these feeble Men Who Would Be Gods, these False Idols and Paper Tigers who have endangered our Liberty, our very way of life, and the fabric of the Global Civilization around us. We have watched as our 228 year old experiment has fallen ever more into peril, and at times felt helpless against a tide of ignorance, arrogance, and brainwashed incompetence.
The stuff we only thought could happen in Novels has become the order of the day. Up has become Down, War has become Peace, Freedom has become Slavery, and Ignorance has become Strength. At times we have felt helpless against the tide of a darkness that the world has not seen since the rise of The Nazis 70 years ago.
But today the day has come when these monsters will come face to face with OUR WILL.
With OUR VOICE.
With OUR CHOICE.
And as day breaks in these final hours of this corrupt, murderous administration, we will rise up, and they will finally face OUR JUDGEMENT.
And to paraphrase the brave Aragorn from Tolkien's Masterpiece, there may come a day when the fabric of democracy may crumble beneath the march of facism, greed, and the Orwellian lust for power and control. The day may come in our lives when the voices of those who believe in TRUE freedom and democracy are drowned out by the shrill voices of fanatacism, fear, and cowardice.
But it is NOT THIS DAY.
This Day we send the cockroaches back into the walls they came out of, and we reverse the tide of darkness that has enveloped this country, this planet for four long years.
This Day we TAKE OUR COUNTRY BACK.
And So It Will Go.
HOPE HAS ARRIVED.
Take that Hope with you today as you go to the Polls, and let it spread from Sea To Shining Sea, as we TAKE BACK what is rightfully OURS.
Let Us RIDE.
Let us MOSH.
And as a certain, highly respected DU'er has said so often.....
"LET'S GO GET THOSE BUSH BASTARDS!"
Scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel, reenergize, and rewind
I give sight to the blind, mind sight through the mind
I ostracize my right to express when I feel it's time
It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as
I say to fight you take it as I'm gonna whip someone's ass
If you don't understand don't even bother to ask
A father who has grown up with a fatherless past
Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has
Or at least shows no difficulty multi task
And juggling both, perhaps mastered his craft slash
Entrepreneur who has held long too few more rap acts
Who has had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half
Of his career typical manure moving past that
Mister kiss his ass crack, he's a class act
Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back
Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark, that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength,
Come with me, and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
Till the light, at the end, of the tunnel, we gonna fight,
We gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march through the swamp
We gonna mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors
To the people up top, on the side and the middle,
Come together, let's all bomb and swamp just a little
Just let it gradually build, from the front to the back
All you can see is a sea of people, some white and some black
Don't matter what color, all that matters is we gathered together
To celebrate for the same cause, no matter the weather
If it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the better
They ain't gonna stop us, they can't, we're stronger now more than ever,
They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go,
Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know
Stomp, push up, mush, fuck Bush, until they bring our troops home come on just . . .
Come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark, that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength,
Come with me, and I won't stear you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
Till the light, at the end, of the tunnel, we gonna fight,
We gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march through the swamp
We gonna mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors, come on
Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us,
Mosh pits outside the oval office
Someone's trying to tell us something, maybe this is God just saying
we're responsible for this monster, this coward, that we have empowered
This is Bin Laden, look at his head nodding,
How could we allow something like this, Without pumping our fist
Now this is our, final hour
Let me be the voice, and your strength, and your choice
Let me simplify the rhyme, just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify the times it, and multiply it by six
Teen million people are equal of this high pitch
Maybe we can reach Al Quaida through my speech
Let the President answer on high anarchy
Strap him with AK-47, let him go
Fight his own war, let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our soil
No more psychological warfare to trick us to think that we ain't loyal
If we don't serve our own country we're patronizing a hero
Look in his eyes, it's all lies, the stars and stripes
They've been swiped, washed out and wiped,
And Replaced with his own face, mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight you'll know why, because I told you to fight
So come along, follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark, that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength,
Come with me, and I won't stear you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
Till the light, at the end, of the tunnel, we gonna fight,
We gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march through the swamp
We gonna mosh through the marsh, take us right through the doors
And as we proceed, to mosh through this desert storm, in these closing statements, if they should argue, let us beg to differ, as we set aside our differences, and assemble our own army, to disarm this weapon of mass destruction that we call our president, for the present, and mosh for the future of our next generation, to speak and be heard,
Mr. President, Mr. Senator
CAN YOU HEAR US?
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