Thursday, July 29, 2010

God I love models.




I opened these pictures of Irina Shayk and had a panic attack. I think I might have an aneurysm. Holy crap this chick is hot. I bet sex with this girl makes puppies and unicorns seem satanic. I can't think of a single thing on earth I would rather do than see her naked. Seriously. Her legs look like sexual accessories of sadistic torture. Sign me up!

So which is it, Mr President?

Something (translation) you tells me that you know exactly who Snooki from the Jersey Shore is. I do admit that if he had said he knew her and knew Lindsay Lohan was in jail, he would've been slaughtered for being wrapped up in pop culture, but come on. You made a speech, regardless of whether or not you wrote it, with references of Jersey Shore and now, with the country in shambles, you conveniently don't know who she is. I doubt that.



Snooki is wider than she is tall


In a new interview with People, Snooki reveals why she wouldn’t wear a bikini during the filming of Jersey Shore Season 2.

“I would rather wear a sexy one-piece whether I am heavy or down to 90 pounds,” Snooki, 22, tells PEOPLE. “I wore one-piece suits when I was really skinny to hide my nakedness in a sexy way. I think they are more provocative because it makes guys want to see more of me.”

Snooki, you're 4 feet four inches of butter. Nothing would make guys wanna see more of you. In fact, believe it or not, four feet four inches is like 3 feet too many. I would rather rape a Madagascan Aye-aye than see you naked. If I'm an alien and Snooki is the first person I see when I arrive on Earth, I would start warming up the annihilating laser beam of death because obviously nothing on this Godforsaken planet is worth saving.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Massive Government expansion, check. Financial ruin, check. Ruin Health Care, check. The View, Check.

I'm gonna guess Nov 2012 doesn't go quite like 2008, Mr President.

In the worst rating plunge in the history of the Oval Office, President Obama took to television in an attempt to reach out to middle American voters and soccer moms. I've been an austere opponent of The View for years. In fact, I think the demographic for The View is probably the lowest cumulative IQ on daytime television. That's pretty bad considering daytime soaps, a myriad of courtroom shows and Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader. Mr President, nothing at this point will succeed in helping you get re-elected. NOTHING. You don't have a snowballs chance in hell. Regardless though, don't you think there are more pressing things to do in this time of economic peril and joblessness? Don't you think troop morale would benefit from an unexpected visit from you? Instead, you book a spot on The View. Joy Behar. Whoopi Goldberg. The token dumb Republican. Some unfamous black chick. Babs Wah Wah. Come on Mr President. That's embarrassing. You were hired to do a job, not spend your time getting re-elected. I'm beginning to think you're in way over your head. You're starting to reflect your inexperience. Running the most powerful country in the world is a little different than being a community organizer in Chicago. I swear to God, if the best this country can do is Sarah Palin and Barack Obama, we might as well throw our hands up. There's nothing worth fighting for anymore. Seriously.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

What light through yonder window breaks...






Kelly Brook is the sun. She couldn't be hotter if someone poured cayenne pepper on her and lit her on fire. It's taken her about 8 years and one Billy Zane relationship to become relevant, at least to everyone but me. I think this might be her year. Kelly is starring in Piranha 3-D coming soon to theaters. It's gonna be a horrific movie, but because it's 3-D, has tons of naked chicks that look like this, it will be a cult following hit. It's practically impossible for a woman to be more attractive than this. Honestly, I thought about the possibilities for 10 seconds, but then I passed out and woke up in a puddle of my own urine, so I won't try that again.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Ashley Greene prepares for power lifting competition...



I don't know what the hell is going on this chick's shoulders, but apparently she's stacking more roids than Barry Bonds. I look at old pics and she's a slender, dainty, bikini model, which by the way, is just my type. Since then though, she's packed on 10 pounds of lean muscle. I bet she wears like a 44R men's suit jacket. I've seen men on the Olympic swimming team with backs that aren't as broad as Ashley's. It just looks weird. Stop working out. Geez, I just don't understand women. Everyone knows being hot is like a wheelbarrow full of gold. Girls should hang on to that power with white knuckles; instead though, they are determined to transform their bodies into the antithesis of what's desirable. You're an actress. Stop doing push ups. Stop doing dips. Stop doing pump classes. You're becoming gross and intimidating. Looking at Ashley like this makes me think of Martina Navratilova naked and that sucks.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

From Britney to our demise...


Forbes Magazine just released their top ten musician earners. This list almost drove me into the deepest crevices of depression. U2 was number one. I seriously don't know one single person that truly likes U2's music. I know people that appreciate their generous philanthropic nature, or in some cases that I'm ashamed, like their politics, but trust me, not their music. At this point, to me, they're like the Fat Elvis. Yeah, I guess they're still Elvis, but we're all tired of the act. You're not as original as you once were and more than anything, we're freaking sick of hearing you wail. T o matters worse though, Britney Spears finished #5. Yes, I'm serious.

No. 5: Britney Spears

$64 million

Not long ago, most of the entertainment world had written Britney Spears off as a celebrity flameout. But over the last year Spears logged the fifth highest-grossing tour in the world, bringing in $130 million in gross box office receipts by playing 98 dates. High-profile endorsement deals with Elizabeth Arden and Candies' prove that the public expects Spears to stay in the spotlight for good.

Are you effing kidding me. When I was in college, like 2000 years ago, I would've swum the English channel for a date with Britney Spears. Now, in 2010, I'm not even sure if I would know her if she walked past me, unless she were holding a turkey leg and we were in Wal-Mart. The fact that she made 64 million dollars lipsynching her entire concert makes me want to disembowel myself with a Swiss Army Knife. Our young people should not be allowed to vote in this country. You should have to pass a test. Our young people line up to see acts like Britney Spears and then stand in line to cast votes for Barack Obama. MTV has created a generation of "Rock the Vote(rs)" that have no clue about fiscal policy or Constitutional adherence. They just created a frenzy of voters that circle the person that celebrity idiots, musicians, and pop culture say they should. The two party system in this country will be its ultimate demise. Let's see...

Old as shit white guy war hero with absolutely no charisma

or

hip smooth talking black guy with no experience doing anything that smokes like a freightrain


Can I choose None of the Above?

Damn she's fine.





Angelina Jolie showed up to her SALT premiere looking finer than frog hair. While Jolie lit the red carpet on fire, Jennifer Aniston celebrated the release of her 22nd unsuccessful movie in a row to DVD...and when I mean celebrated, I mean cried with Ben and Jerry's in one hand and Brad Pitt's photo in the other. Jennifer Aniston looks like a gremlin fed after midnight compared to this chick. In fact, the only people that wouldn't swim through acid to sleep with her are chicks. Chicks only hate her because she's a ball of sexual destruction and Aniston looks like someone molded her face out of clay. If you're asking yourself why Brad Pitt would leave Aniston for this trashy slut, you're a girl. If you're a dude, get your testosterone levels checked.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Your waist is small and your curves are kicking...and I'm thinking bout sticking.



Kim Karblahblahblah was in Miami with her sister over the weekend. She was photographed in her bikini creating a firestorm of chatter in the blogosphere among climatologists linking the size of her ass with solar eclipses and global climate change. Jiminy Jillickers, I've never seen an ass that big that wasn't sitting in a Rascal cruising around Wal-Mart. You can see that her ass is so rabidly untamed that it seems to be spilling out of the top and bottom. In fact, unless you consult Christo, there's not enough bikini fabric on the planet to envelope an ass that size. You could sit in a room for three years engineering a woman that would be perfect for birthing babies and you couldn't do better than this. I'm almost positive that she could carry and deliver a baker's dozen whilst doing some shopping at Hermes on holiday.

Visit my friend's website...



Dr Todd Smith, whom I met at this pool in Cabo San Lucas in 2007, is a brilliant photographer. More than that though, he's an awesome person. Take some time to thumb through these pics. You won't be disappointed.

http://toddmikelsmith.zenfolio.com/

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Can your belly button tell a story?


WASHINGTON (AFP) – Scientists have found the reason why blacks dominate on the running track and whites in the swimming pool: it's in their belly-buttons, a study published Monday shows.

What's important is not whether an athlete has an innie or an outie but where his or her navel is in relation to the rest of the body, says the study published in the International Journal of Design and Nature and Ecodynamics.
The navel is the center of gravity of the body, and given two runners or swimmers of the same height, one black and one white, "what matters is not total height but the position of the belly-button, or center of gravity," Duke University professor Andre Bejan, the lead author of the study, told AFP.

"It so happens that in the architecture of the human body of West African-origin runners, the center of gravity is significantly higher than in runners of European origin," which puts them at an advantage in sprints on the track, he said.
Individuals of West African-origin have longer legs than European-origin athletes, which means their belly-buttons are three centimeters (1.18 inches) higher than whites', said Bejan.
That means the black athletes have a "hidden height" that is three percent greater than whites', which gives them a significant speed advantage on the track.
"Locomotion is essentially a continual process of falling forward, and mass that falls from a higher altitude, falls faster," Bejan explained.

In the pool, meanwhile, whites have the advantage because they have longer torsos, making their belly-buttons lower in the general scheme of body architecture.
"Swimming is the art of surfing the wave created by the swimmer," said Bejan.
"The swimmer who makes the bigger wave is the faster swimmer, and a longer torso makes a bigger wave. Europeans have a three-percent longer torso than West Africans, which gives them a 1.5-percent speed advantage in the pool," he said.
Asians have the same long torsos as Europeans, giving them the same potential to be record-breakers in the pool.
But they often lose out to whites because whites are taller, said Bejan.
Many scientists have avoided studying why blacks make better sprinters and whites better swimmers because of what the study calls the "obvious" race angle.
But Bejan said the study he conducted with Edward Jones, a professor at Howard University in Washington, and Duke graduate Jordan Charles, focused on the athletes' geographic origins and biology, not race, which the authors of the study call a "social construct."
Bejan is white, originally from Romania, and Jones is black, from South Carolina.
They charted and analyzed nearly 100 years of records in men's and women's sprinting and 100-meters freestyle swimming for the study.

I don't know about you, but I'm fascinated by studies like this. It just seems impossible to deny evolution when members of the same species, separated by geographical barriers and climate differences can start to diverge, over millions of years, by starting with simple and subtle differences as seemingly unimportant as a belly button. Australia, for instance, has seen more geographical isolation than any other continent on Earth, and with that, has the most unique species in the world. In the dorky biology world, this is known as allopatric speciation. Human origins and their subsequent evolution can be unfolded like origami to explain so much about how we've become modern day humans. Who knew belly buttons could tell us so much about one's affinity for certain sports. Who knew geographical origin could foreshadow successes or challenges in certain endeavors. It seems logical though, from an outsider's perspective. I've watched every Olympics since 1988 in Seoul when a juiced up Ben Johnson decimated the 100 meter world record. Regardless of the year, track is typically dominated by African-origin athletes, whether it be Kenyan distance runners or Jamaican sprinters. Conversely though, you don't see many African-origin swimming athletes on the podium collecting medals. It's a truly intriguing theory, but then again, maybe I'm just a dork.

Friday, July 16, 2010

The leads are weak...you're weak!



If anyone hears about the movie, Glenglarry Glen Ross, about how compelling it is, about how amazing the dialogue spoken by true legends of film is, don't listen. It seriously couldn't be worse. I don't care how many sales meeting you go to, how many managers recommend this movie, don't watch it. If you recommend it, it's apparent you haven't seen it. I would seriously rather watch midget porn. I would rather be locked in a room and forced to watch my penis get smaller than watch this film. The only redeeming portion of this film is included in the excerpt above. Despite my hatred for Alec Baldwin, his 8:00 segment of the film was the absolute only redeeming quality of the entire 2 or so hours. Kill me.

What's in the box...What's in the box!!!









Sometime during the summer of 1990, when Gwyneth Paltrow was on the set of Prince of Tides, walking the streets of Beaufort South Carolina, prancing around the set, I fell in love. I guess I fell out of love during her formidable years, when she disappeared, but when then she returned in 7even and continued to punish me in Sliding Doors. Then, as Estella in Great Expectations, she created an almost mystical character of beauty. I felt like Odysseus with wax in my ears passing by Sirenum scopuli. She was hotter than Dante's 9 circles of hell. I would've walked on molten lava for one chance at her underpants. Somewhere things changed though. I'm not sure where, but it was approximately around the time of Shakespeare in Love, Bounce and the subsequent courtship of Ben Affleck. Well since then, Gwyneth has done nothing except try her best to make me hate her. To give credit where credit is due, I have to say to Gwyneth, mission accomplished. The pictures above are from her and Chris Martin's New York apartment that was just renovated. If I were blind, autistic, and schizophrenic, with endless amounts of money, I couldn't pick out shit more tacky than this. Honestly, I have never seen something more UNlivable. She is so obnoxious it makes me sick. The kitchen looks like you're having late night breakfast at Denny's. The living room has a damn swing. That's just stupid. Did I mention everything was white. It's so ironic, one of the most promiscuous leading ladies in Hollywood during her "prime" has a house decorated in almost all white. Trust me, she cannot wear a white wedding dress. The only person she hasn't slept with is me. Give me a break with this stupid house. Jesus, I hate Hollywood.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Global Warming is AWOL.



What happened to global warming? When did it become global climate change? Perhaps when liberal morons realized that we had the coldest winter in recorded history, or maybe when just last weekend a ski resort was still open in California in July, or maybe when Los Angeles has its coldest day ever over the weekend. The whole theory is meritless and ridiculous. Climates are cyclical. You know what else is cyclical...menstruation, the stock market, and the size of Jessica Simpson's ass. I'm so tired of our political choices. Republicans are spineless with no resolve or consistent platform, while Liberals are are hell bent on removing all the things that made America prosperous for 200+ years in order to implement more robust, radical and reckless government that strips the rights from the people. It's embarrassing.

Jesse Jackson is a disgrace.



In a harshly-worded statement, Jackson took Gilbert (Team Owner) to task for his open letter to Cavaliers fans which slammed LeBron's decision to sign with the Miami Heat. Jackson says, "He speaks as an owner of LeBron and not the owner of the Cleveland Cavaliers. His feelings of betrayal personify a slave master mentality. He sees LeBron as a runaway slave."

He goes on, "LeBron is not a child, nor is he bound to play on Gilbert’s plantation and be demeaned. He has been a model citizen and has inspired the children of Akron, Cleveland, the State of Ohio and the United States."

Jesse Jackson's life goal is to turn everything, no matter how relevant, into a racial conflict. Jackson actually compared a multi-million dollar free agency dispute with plantation owners and runaway slaves. Hey Jesse, if you shut your ignorant mouth you'd realize we're not as divided as you'd want us to believe. In fact, Jackson's race baiting does nothing but further bigotry and fan the flames of racial hostility and contempt. It baffles me that someone like this, in today's society, is even relevant. Despite his delusions of grandeur, he's a black eye in the face of true pioneers of social injustices like King, Parks, Douglass, and Tubman.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Uh...Ashley...Ashley Greene?




My mother shouldn't be allowed to read my blog. It's just not content for moms. Her empty meritless claims that I objectify women is offensive. I would never. Ashley Greene looks weird. I've always thought she was a near flawless beauty, but to be honest, I'm barely turned on by her. These pics were taken in Manhattan this week and I'm not sure what's going on with that shirt, but she should never wear it again. It's hard to articulate the problem. It's like she's shaped funny. She has really broad shoulders coupled with a squatty wide lower torso. Science has proven that men are more sexually attracted to women that have a waist to hip ration of or nearest to 0.7. I'm not sure if she's off of that .7, but something is very wrong here. I don't understand girls sometimes. If you're not fat, don't wear baby doll dresses. It makes you look like you're trying to deceive me. Unless you're pregnant, don't wear tankinis. Just get your ass on a treadmill. I just don't understand. It's the equivalent of a man driving around in a Porsche when under that artificial exterior of wealth, he's really unemployed. Ashley Greene has taken a major step back with me today. I guess now my weekend will be devoted to finding another female obsession that I can objectify with callous and chauvinistic wonder words. TGIF!

The only reason God made southern California.







When I looked at these pictures of Marisa Miller, I realized that many of you probably wonder what it's like to date a woman as sexually desirable and as beautiful as this. What would it must be like to be her boyfriend. You're thinking, is it cool...does she suck...is she one of those insecure hot girls that by no reason explainable to mankind, thinks she's ugly or fat and always manages to find abusive or volatile relationships? Well, regardless of how cool she is, it sucks. Trust me. If there's one thing I know, it's models. It sucks. It's like a curse. Yeah, you date Marisa Miller, but your life sucks. From the first moment you start dating her it's not like you don't know how hot she is. No matter where you go, not only is she looked at, but so are you. Studied. Evaluated. Compared. Guys in the restaurant, the bar, everywhere are wondering why you have her and if they can kick your ass. It's not about being insecure, it's just that dealing with that everywhere you go gets old. About the time you get sick and tired of dealing with the hoopla surrounding Marisa being your girlfriend, you start to realize, just like every other chick, she isn't nearly as cool and sexy as that chick you started dating. One day you're dating that hot chick from Victoria's Secret. The next day, you're getting yelled at for not putting the seat down or yelled at for not being sensitive to her needs. Being with a model is like Biggie Small's words, Mo Money Mo Problems. The hotter the chick, the more baggage. This is where men reveal just how inferior they are to women. No matter what baggage she carries, problems she's dealing with, issues she's working through, meds she's taking, we can't help ourselves. Men are weak and driven by sex. If you're a model, it's worse. Because despite all of the aforementioned BS, I don't know a man alive that wouldn't crawl through a desert of thumbtacks for one chance to enter into the lottery for one chance to have sex with this chick.

Blake Lively makes me have impure thoughts on a grand scale.






Blake Lively is famous, I think. Someone told me she was on that show. Yeah, that one. I've never seen one second of that show, so I'm a little perplexed on how it can still be on the air. You see, I essentially watch almost every show that dumb hot girls watch or star in and I haven't seen that one, so it makes me think no one has. That's how hot Blake Lively is. No one watches nor have they ever watched her show, no one knows how or why she's famous, yet she is. So famous hot in fact, she is seen in Paris over the weekend for the Christian Dior fashion show. That's not a big deal, I know. Besides, Lindsay Lohan even sneaks blows security to get into fashion shows. Here's the difference. That creepy old guy is Karl Lagerfield. I'm pretty sure he's dead so he doesn't matter, but anyway, like 200 years ago he made awesome clothes for models. The other picture shows Blake on the front row during the show with Anna Wintour. I'm not gay, but I know who she is. She's basically the inspiration behind the whole book and movie, The Devil Wears Prada. She's basically the end-all-be-all of fashion and the editor-in-chief- of Vogue Magazine. What I'm telling you is Lindsay Lohan would rip out her fallopian tubes for a chance to sit with Anna Wintour. She's to fashion what Ron Burgandy is to Action News. Blake Lively has no resume to speak of, yet she is the muse for two major fashion pioneers and trendsetters, which leads me to my main point and title of this entry. I want to have sex with Blake Lively. We've come full circle...see how I did that.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Great...just great.

A new study has found that an overwhelming amount of sunscreens on the market contain an ingredient that speeds cancerous cell growth. That's right: sunscreen might cause cancer, the very thing people lather it on to protect themselves from.

According to that study, nearly half of the 500 most popular sunscreens may actually increase the speed at which malignant cells develop and spread skin cancer such as melanoma.

Just when I I had a reason to be pale as a ghost. Honest to God, if you wear sunscreen, cancer. If you don't wear sunscreen, sunburn, then cancer. It's like the American Academy of Dermatologists all got together and decided to play a cruel and masochistic joke on me. I'm not laughing. After all, I thought pale was the new tan...if that was true, I was really really really tan.

I'll leave you with a scene from the movie I starred in from 1995. I played a genuine white face...no makeup!

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

You're not gonna believe this...



Infidelity rumors have been swirling around 'The Bachelorette' couple Jillian Harris and Ed Swiderski since last August. Now, according to US Weekly, they've split and called off their engagement.

In a related breaking story, I just made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

Nothing should surprise you...


It's actually humanly impossible to be more self absorbed and arrogant than Lindsay Lohan. Like all Hollywood imbeciles, she was given 3,000 chances to get her train wreck of a life back on track. Instead though, Lohan ignored the courts, skipped her rehab counseling, flew to France and set off the alarm on her SCRAM alcohol detector. Today, in her best acting credit to date, Lohan begged the courts for mercy by crying to the judge saying, "I did the best I could" and "This is not a joke to me." As she cried to the judge and used her hands to cover her mouth, you could plainly read F*#@ you painted on the nail of her middle finger. I would've given both testicles for this to have been discovered during the trial.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Lindsay Lohan gets 90 days in the clink




For getting two DUI's, testing positive for cocaine twice, and having a complete and total disregard for law and courts while violating the conditions of her probation, Lindsay Lohan got served today with a sentence of 90 days in jail to be followed by 90 days of inpatient drug and alcohol rehab. I almost felt sorry for her, but then I realized that Hollywood is filled with spoiled little shits that bend and break rules because they're wealthy. Then after further consideration, I realized that I couldn't be happier about this sentence, getting this selfish menace off the road, and sending a message to Hollywood A-Holes, unless Lucipher himself had come down to whisk her off for 90 days in the pits of hell. Enjoy jail Linsday.


Sunday, July 4, 2010

Delta Goodrem part 2





Way back in October of 2008, when our country wasn't spiraling into the abyss like something just flushed, I posted a few photos of an unknown hottie, Delta Goodrem. Again, I'm not sure what this chick does, but she clearly doesn't understand how to be famous in this post-Real World/Jersey Shore period of notoriousness. There are like 2 trillion Hollywood chicks more famous than this girl, but only like three more attractive. You could build a chick like "Lisa" from Weird Science and you wouldn't get perfection like this. And the name, come on, it's like a sign from God you should be more famous. You've got to get liquored up, Delta, flash, nip slip, something. You know you wanna do it...everybody's doing it.

Goonies>Prince of Tides Rape





Being fat sucks. It sucks because it kills you, but aside from that, you never get laid by anyone that's not fat. I guess the only way that it would be ok would be if you could land a role in Goonies, playing Chunk. Now that would be awesome. The great thing about a movie like Goonies if that it's an instant classic. No matter what your role is, you're gonna always be revered as a legend...unlike say, for instance, playing a young Tom and getting raped in the Prince of Tides. Nonetheless, I would almost sell my seed for a chance to have a T-shirt in production due to some character I played in 1986. Let's face it. This shirt is is loaded with awesome.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

This is sick. Who said white men can't jump?





Alan Barch Jr. is a 5’9″ athletic trainer who recently recorded the world’s first OFFICIAL
50 inch vertical jump.
Many athletes have been RUMORED to have a 50 inch vertical leap, but they have never bothered to get tested.
It’s amazing to see how high he gets off the ground.
Here are the official results of his test:
Height: 5’9″
210 lbs
Standing reach: 7 feet 5.5 inches
Standing vertical jump: 50 inches
Running vertical jump: 54.5 inches

The Last Stand



If it weren't for our President's bankrupting, pro-European, Socialist ideology, this would be the one person on the planet I couldn't loathe more. She represents everything I despise. She is an obsessed and determined adversary of capitalism, free trade, and individual liberties, the things that made this country great. To me, it's so ironic, especially as we celebrate the fourth of July and our Independence from the tyranny and suffocation of a foreign land, we have to witness one of the so-called leaders of our nation attempt to coerce the American public that federal assistance programs like Welfare, along with unemployment taxation, are the drivers that will resuscitate this economy. I hope for your sake you see through this harebrained miasma of political cajoling. You should be insulted because she's essentially calling you stupid.

President Obama's irresponsible attempts at rescuing this economy have not worked. He has been recklessly spending taxpayer's dollars to create Federal jobs, which only feed our greedy monster more, but do absolutely nothing for the private sector. This administration intentionally fed the American people encouraging job numbers, inaccurately inflated from the enormous Census of 2010. Everyone that was out in the trenches, paying taxes, owning small businesses, buying and selling houses knew there was no economic stimulus. We only knew there would be an inevitable tax burden that would handed down to the very people responsible for providing jobs throughout this country and stimulating the economy. Reagan knew Government could not stimulate the economy. Hell, even John F Kennedy knew that to be true. They both passed the highest tax cuts in history, at the time, during their terms as President. When you choke and suffocate the American job providers, whether it's small businesses that decide to close their doors after 30 years in business, or large Fortune 100 companies that decide, due to tax burdens, it's more cost effective to operate outside of the United States, you create an environment of economic decline, frighteningly low consumer confidence and sky rocketing unemployment. Mix in our Government spending us into a deficit that's crippling our currency and our power to trade goods, as well as higher taxes on the very people he promised along the campaign trail would never see their taxes raised, and you've got a disaster of epic proportions. All of these things are happening. All of them. Hope and change is long overdue. He and his administration have abandoned the things that have made this country the world superpower. If you don't want to be the best in the world, move to France, they love to lose. I, for one, refuse to accept that this country can't be great again. I know it can't be great with asphyxiating economic policies based on higher taxes, an ever-increasing Governmental role, and reckless spending. November will be the last stand for people that love liberty. It will be the last stand for people that want to be on top of the world again. It will be the last stand for people that love America.