I am pseudo-apolitical.
When thinking about it honestly, allowing no outside influences or trends affect my ultimate judgement, I really don't care that much who wins the presidency. I do have impressions that run against the conservative side of the fence, politically-speaking. Wait... No. I do have issues. Limited stem-cell research and Christian Fundamentalists. That right there about nails it on the head. I cannot truthfully be as anti-war as I would like to be and while I want to believe all the oil company conspiracy theories, the bottom line is that they are all theories and I just do not really know the real truth. I will not base my opinions on the theoretical but i will based them against some fuck telling me his god will rain down his hellish wrath on me, my kin-folk and my puppies. George Bush speaks to an invisible man and that is just plain silly. I am independent but lean towards the Democrat persuasion. Kerry does not thrill me in the way I want to be nor does he give me the douche chills.
By the way, like the Seinfeld episode where Kramer "misses his moment," it happened to me this afternoon! After a fairly hearty lunch, an afternoon smoke and lots of caffeine, I felt the need to heed nature's call number 2. I went upstairs with a clenched jaw, a light sheen of sweat on my brow and a bookmarked paperback as my lower abdomen gurgled in anticipation for the blast off, only to find that there was unexpected company over! I cannot evacuate in this sort of situation so I had to cruelly halt the beast within. Long story short, I have yet to report to the poopdeck and reschedule the download. That was 6 hours ago. What the heck is going on?