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There isn't a whole lot I can say about this whole Not So Swift Boat circle jerk that's been dominating the media lately. Nothing that hasn't been said by a million left-wing blogger monkeys at a million laptops, anyway. I'll just join the hordes and echo that I can't belive we're talking about bullshit like the origin of the shrapnel in Kerry's leg when our "war president" probably still can't find Vietnam on a map. A labeled map.

I am not, as George Carlin put it, a warlike people. I'm what military types probably refer to as a bleeding heart commie liberal pussy, in fact. But Christ on a pogo stick, if we're going to make national defense the big issue of the campaign, can we talk about Bush's (lack of) military record a bit more -- including the pages that went into the Memory Hole? And shame on the Democrats for not yelling louder about this, after all their work to make Kerry's war service his major qualification, at the expense of better candidates. And, Kerry, learn from Gore's mistakes and get a spine -- for your country's sake, if not your own.

Worse comes to worse, for Kerry: it's all true, he was a lousy soldier and he blew himself up just to get a purple heart. WHATEVER. Is it worse than anything Dubya or Cheney or Ashcroft or Rumsfeld get up to on any random Thursday? No. I don't even like Kerry that much, I've never seen the Swift Boat ads, and I'm ignoring most of the media coverage -- and I'm still sick to death of this.

This rant has been brought to you by four hours of sleep. And an incredible, mostly-repressed fear that outright lies and America's trademark lack of prioritization (health care? jobs? civil rights?) are going to alter the course of this election enough that we're stuck with another four years of Bush taking this once-great nation years backwards.