----It must be hard being a liberal. Having the occupant of the Whitehouse determine your happiness must really be a drag.----
Man, no kidding. The happiest, most productive years of my life were during the Clinton Administration. I hated the bastard, but the knowledge that he was president in no sapped my will to life, as seems to be the case with these sad little freaks. I was certainly not happy on that November night in 1996 when he was re-elected, but I just figured "well, we'll see you bastards in four years" and got on with my business.
It never even occurred to me to curl up into a little ball and starve myself for the rest of the year, or to get out of my car and scream at people with "Clinton/Gore" stickers on their VW's.
I love following politics. But there's a fine line beyond which it takes over your life and dictates your day-to-day mood. The difference between Freepers and DUmbasses is that we're tethered enough to reality to recognize what's important.
As for these other losers.... well, let's be grateful that their crushing depression won't let them leave the house and potentially hurt anybody, and that they have the combined mental capacity of an ashtray.
-Dan