What I dislike most about FR: make even a sniffle of displeasure with the Republican party or even think about voting for a third party and you get humped as if you had walked into a pack of dogs in heat. I didn't have to read this article to realize a)the GOP is wrong on immigration reform and b)I can see little difference between it and the Rats on immigration reform. Yes, there are a number of GOP congressmen who understand the issue and vote accordingly, however, at least half of the party is split on the issue to my eyes. I find it quite odd, too, in light of numerous polls showing the vast majority of Americans do not support a soft stance on illegal immigration. This is the perfect issue to slam the Rats on and would do wonders in November yet some either fail to realize it or want to reward big business/special interests. I don't play that game.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. I pledge allegiance to the United States of America, not to the Republican party. I'll vote accordingly. If I "waste my vote" then it's on me.
I swear I can hear the "Battle Hymn of the Republic" after that. Damn, I have to stop the screen is getting blurry.
Tiger007 went bye bye.
Hey, this is Jim's forum. If you want to bleat about the advantage of being liberal.....SMN
I wish I was in the land of cotton,
old times there are not forgotten,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.
In Dixie land where I was born in, early on a frosty mornin',
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.
Chorus:
Then I wish I was in Dixie, hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie land I'll take my stand, to live and die in Dixie,
Away, away, away down south in Dixie,
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
Old Missus marry Will de Weaber, Will-yum was a gay deceaber,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.
But when he put his arm around her,
smiled as fierce as a forty pounder.
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land. (Chorus)
Dars buckwheat cakes an' ingen batter, makes you fat or a little fatter,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.
Den hoe it down and scratch your grabble to Dixie's land
I'm bound to travel,
Look away, look away, look away Dixie land. (Chorus)