Hello, My Name Is Joe.

McCain likes to make the argument that Obama is an "elitist" and that he is not in touch with the average American. Now, if you remember, Sarah Palin has refered to this "average American" as "Joe Sixpack", a kind of term of enderiment for all those 40-80 year old, white men, who like to relax infront of the TV with none other then a six pack of beer by thier side... of course I'm guessing that this is what Sarah Palin means by "Joe Sixpack". Now, I've never actually met a "Joe Sixpack" or "Joe Plumber" and I've certently never met an "average American"! Howerver, I can digress all I want about what the term "average American" means to me and different people throughout the U.S. but, in reality, the definition will change from state to state, county to county, city by city and person to person.... and thats what makes America so awesome!! So, Obama doesnt have to be in touch with the "average American" he just needs to be in touch with the "American People"... the Eloquent American, the African American, the Middle Class American, the Homosexual American, the Working Poor American, the Wealthy American, the Single Parent American, the Asian American, the Intelectual American, the Working- College Student -Mexican -Future Educator- American!!!! (the last one is me)

We the American People "contain multitueds*" and we are all too unique to be classfied as "average Americans"

I, personally, am tired of "Joe the plumber" and "Joe Sixpack"!! I don't want to aspire to be an average anything! I want to be an eloquent, question asking, college educated, hard working American who knows how to "pay attention to words", as McCain stated in tonights debate. Mr. McCain better watch out because I'm pretty sure "Joe the plumber" knows how to "pay attention to words" and that "Joe Sixpack" will surprise ya, dontcha know!




two excerpts from tonight's debate:

MCCAIN: Well, you know, I admire so much Senator Obama's eloquence. And you really have to pay attention to words. He said, we will look at offshore drilling. Did you get that? Look at. We can offshore drill now. We've got to do it now. We will reduce the cost of a barrel of oil because we show the world that we have a supply of our own. It's doable. The technology is there and we have to drill now.


MCCAIN: Just again, the example of the eloquence of Senator Obama. He's health for the mother. You know, that's been stretched by the pro-abortion movement in America to mean almost anything.


Eloquence- vivid, forceful, fluent, ect.
in speech and writing
-Webster's New World Compact Office Dictionary

And one last thing, FUCK YOU UNDECIDED VOTERS!!!! If you were looking to learn anything new by watching this THIRD debate, then you suck! Oh, and an even bigger FUCK YOU to CNN and their stupid, useless, dial things that only track the stupidity of those using them!!!!!

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*see Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself"

Here:

A Supermarket In George W. Bush's America


What thoughts I have of you tonight, George W. Bush, for
I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache no-health insurance looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for discount foods, I went
into the neon pesticide fruit supermarket, dreaming of your failed economic plan!
What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families
shopping with food stamps! Aisles full of China made dog food! Led in the avocados, plastic in the babies milk!--and you, Dick Chaney, what were you doing down by the watermelons?

I saw you, George W. Bush, shameless,old grubber,poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eying the beer aisle.
I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the
pork chop soldiers? What price bananas? Are you my ally?
I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans
following you, and followed by the store's racial profiler.

We can never walk down the open corridors together, your administration tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the
cashier.

Where are we going, George W. Bush? The doors close in a hour.
Which way do your bombs point tonight?
(I try to touch the constitution and dream of our Country in Peace and
feel absurd.)
Will we fight all night through Iraqi streets? The rising smoke add shade
to shade, lights out in the houses, I'll be charged.
I'll stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automo-
biles in homeowner driveways, home to a silent life?
Ah, dear father, Al Gore, lonely old, courage-teacher, what America
did you have when Florida quit polling her voters and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the White House disappear on the black waters of
Lethe?