I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed -- hell, I'm probably not even in the top 50%.  That's why I found it so funny earlier in the campaign when I'd go to these web sites that were designed to help me choose my candidate.  According to the way these sites worked, my best choice president would be the person who agreed with me the most -- like I have a clue! 

I don't believe that I always know what is best.  A lot of my political positions are based on my feelings and incomplete information.  For example, I certainly don't know the ins-and-outs of environmental policies and their associated fiscal and public health implications, but I do know I like the idea of wilderness areas and abundant wildlife and I really don't like gigantic shopping malls and chemicals in my food.

I'm a blue-collar working stiff who's barely managed to put a kid through college, lost a couple of jobs to outsourcing, had two strokes and doesn't have very good health care.
I'm gay, too.

Anyway, so I'm supposed to be all worried about Obama throwing me under the bus, I guess.

You know, if that's what it takes to get him elected. . . well, I'm okay with it.

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