Living in Obama America is pretty close to an eternity.
Once upon a time there was a land where elections were held.
Lord willing and the creek rises, Obama America will
be swept to what one would pray is Obama America's
final resting place. In the neck of the wood I live in
it is called the porto potty. Nobody cleans it, except when
the vacuum hose is inserted (this time called a vote),
then it goes swoosh up and out to be in the
land of sewerdom. With the waste of the administration
in thought and actuality,
(imho) it can never be even partially returned
to the affluent where it would be drank again.
Will say a prayer before the vote and will drink a toast to such
for it to be after having cast that vote. My word!