I never learned to read or write.

There are no public schools where I live.

No one I know has ever heard of college, let alone student loans.

I have lived with my entire family my whole life in the same one-room house; and I’ve never been more than 50 miles from where I was born.

The only running water I know of is the stream where people wash, bathe and get their drinking water.

My parents and I walk everywhere; they can’t afford any other way and there’s no way they could buy anything for me.

My winter clothes and my summer clothes are the same clothes; in a good year I can add a few layers and wear shoes in the winter.

No one in our house had anything to eat for supper yesterday; that’s not unusual and happens a few time every month.

When my dad dies, I won’t inherit anything; if I’m lucky I’ll inherit his job but, most likely that will go to my older brother.

I hope that by the time I’m 8 I’ll be  able to find a job and help my parents out; I’d give them everything I earned and consider myself lucky to do so.

I am the 99% of humans throughout recorded history . . . .

So, Obama wants to raise taxes only on those who make over $250,000 per year. “Yeah, Obama stick it to those rich fat cats, wallowing about in their Rolls Royce limos, dining on caviar.”

Well, what about inflation? According to the Inflation Calculator if you made $36,000 per year in 1958, that was equal to making $255,459.86 a year in 2007.

Awesome! In a mere 50 years, all of us will be among the super-rich, fat cats well deserving of Obama-scorn.

“Oh, come on now. You know The O means only to tax the rich–of course they’ll adjust the “Lazy Rich Person Tax” for inflation.”

Right: Just like they have adjusted the “Tax-Dodging Rich Person Tax,” also known as the Alternative Minimum Tax, for inflation, huh?

But hey, we can always count on Congress to repeal a silly tax after it has long outlived its usefulness, right? I mean, it only took them a mere 108 years to repeal the tax on all those snobby, pinky-dangling aristocrats mocking us simple folk on their newfangled telephones.

Read this, all of it: The Left’s Big Blunder

Bottom line: They can’t win unless we let them. All it takes is one voice to say “I don’t agree” and all the left’s howls, threats and lies–”you’re gonna lose, Obama is too far ahead”–will collapse.

“But! McCain won’t fight! Why should I?” Guess what? He can’t–not the way you can. He is fighting on his battlefield, though. With the whole of media aligned against him, what more do you want? Any step too far will be seized upon, open season on him and everyone around him. He has already taken some brutal hits, is taking some ugly shots–and you whine he is not doing enough?

While they are attacking McCain, smearing Sarah, they are not attacking the troops. Sure, they think that if they muddy the leader, the legions will melt away. And that is their only path to victory. Make us give up the fight before we ever take the field.

But: We can hit them back. Energy, enthusiasm, drive, “loud and proud,” etc.–That’s what scares them, that’s what they are trying to stop, that’s what their polls can’t tell them, that’s the big, huge unknown unknowns.

Any and all to let them know: WE WILL NOT GIVE UP, WE WILL NOT GO QUIETLY, WE WILL WIN!

Enough of this doom and gloom. The Hillary supporters have been beat once and they’ve got more fight than most of us–who have yet to even take the field. You want to be depressed, save it for November 5th. If we lose, congratulations–while we were fighting, you got a head-start on moping. Wow, lot a good that did.

“But, we need to focus on what we can win–like the Senate.” BS. What kind of talk is that? “Sorry boys, the other team outranks us. Yeah, we’re number 2 and they’re number 1, so what? They’re too good. So, let’s just focus on trying to get one field goal. No need to try and actually win the whole game or anything. Now, go on out there! Field goal! Field goal! Field goal! Raaahhh!”

We must fight to win everything. No one ever won by saying “We’re not sure we can win.” No one ever gained in the polls with the slogan, “We’re gonna lose but, won’t you help us lose by less?”

Rub a dub dub,
Three men in a tub,
Who do you think they be?
Obama’s up front,
Rezco holds the bunt,
And Ayers he makes three.

But there on the shore,
He would have been four,
Wright is the man you don’t see,
He had to be true:
“Don’t trust whitey or Jew!
Come along and damn America with me.”

But Obama’s so smart,
He’s had a good start,
Raising money foreign and domestically,
He’s told some tales,
He’s told some whales!
Now he’s trying to harpoon an old sailor of the sea.

He’d better have luck,
He’s got reporters and bucks,
But the old sailor’s clever and wily,
He’s been around,
He knows this town,
And he’ll show the kid who’s ready.

OK, I’ll admit: A little dumb. But, what do you do when you have a Hank Thompson song stuck in your head and a touch of insomnia?

Given the nationwide acclaim and primary success that followed Obama’s “cling to” and “small-town” remarks, seems making fun of those rubes in the sticks is the way to win elections. (Barack already won the Presidency, right?)

And making fun of Governor Palin’s daughter is sure to drive voters to the One, (Does the Obama need voters, since he won already?)why not make up a fake wedding registry chock full ‘o those items we all “know” those stupid hicks love. Who needs their votes anyway–it’s not like any of them live in Ohio or Colorado or Nevada or Pennsylvania, right?

Glass-jaw Obama ought to be changing his position on drilling any day now, announcing (via NYT editorial) that he has always supported more domestic drilling . . .