Obama inherits imperial slaughterhouse

Every time you pull the voting-lever, press the touch-screen, or pop out a chad, a flag covers another coffin.
I won't vote to indicate my preference for one or the other of the puppet bureaucrats in the farce.
I won't dip my hands in the blood.

Now that Obama has inherited the war machine's controls (or at least a seat in front of The Button), all one can really do is laugh to think that so many people believe in politicians and, emotionally invested in their fate, cry with joy to see them gain power.

All the electoral confidence-brokers (politicians on the ballot) are essentially gaming for the same kind of power over people and 'honors' as 'heroes,' for a license to dictate morality and force. Plus, though we attach ourselves to a given candidate, it's never really them we're putting in power by fabricating their authority with votes; we're putting in all his favorite lobbyists and clients, his whole stock portfolio, and all his business and political colluders.

I hope the new ownership doesn't let down all the people that believe so much in the Obama campaign (political drug-party), but I doubt any politician could come up to such messianic expectations.

No one can save the country from the morass that Bush and a dying capitalism have plunged it into except the people themselves, and with such star-studded, superficial, prejudice-laden, spectacular elections, where a VP candidate can be picked only for her "gender" and a big deal can be made of one of the candidates because he's "black" (though indeed he appeared quite orange on TV), it's obvious that our interest in the whole system is waning if not gone.