Fashizm Ahead – Poorly Spelled Signs to Follow

Most of my old cohorts in Veterans for Peace, UFPJ and beyond…have few issues with the English language.  They can spell fascism – but slap a Obama sticker on their Prius…and he could indefinitely detain all of them forever – for all they care.

In the last seven years or so, I’ve photographed many a sign.  Most signs used impeccable spelling, as if they’d made it through some sort of education indoctrination — chalk full of pledging ones allegiance to fake history lessons.

Sure I’ve noticed many a misspelled protest sign on the Teahadist side, but if you’ve read my words here for more than a few minutes — well pass me a Clinton banned weapon and an MRE…if I can’t spell worth a political testicle dipper either.

C’est la Vie.  If you can’t vote with em’, why not mention that Ralph Nader did not have a lockbox…any chance you can?

On to this new year.  Obama no doubt, will be reinstated by the Prius drivers and their friends at the Daily KOS.  The poor spellin’ Teahadists will enjoy another year of being repressed by a well-spoken man of color.  All of which I’d find much funnier…if it weren’t for the ‘ramifermikationz’.

Some of the reawakened at Democratic Underground are getting it.  While none of the constantly shopping for less, with less, will
ever be getting it…even though they’re getting it.

Huffington’s conservative AOL readers are concerned.

Limbaugh’s minions of pain ridden half-wits are also concerned, but they don’t know why.  Blaming the Spanish Speakers and the Democrat who governs like a politician from Chicago?  Easier than arresting Dick Cheney…I’ll give them that much.

You still have access to Clinton’s banned weapons…but Obama’s Bushing of your Constitution?  Not so much.  That’s pretty much the best way I can spell it out for all sides involved, without misspelling something.

It’s 2012.  Let’s move forward in a positive manner, without ever feeling the need to look back.  Iran looms on the horizon – and Fukushima and her cousins ‘nukular powur’ bombs…linger somewhere just up wind of us.