I’m not exactly an anarchist. They believe that one should never vote. To simplify their logic — a little more than it deserves — they think that voting for anyone is voting in favor of democracy. Like any group, I agree with them until I disagree with them. They don’t think for me and I do not consult their dogmas before I think.

I’m not exactly an anarchist.

I don’t know what I am.

My basic political rule is this — I am wary of any creature, group or entity who can inflict more violence on me than I can on it. I would rather such creatures, groups or entities did not exist. Conjointly, I dislike being able to inflict more violence on any creature, group or entity than it can inflict on me. But, given the choice, I’d rather have the power.

I call myself an anarchist like an irreligious fellow might call himself an atheist. It’s a negative value. I don’t believe in anarchy. I just don’t believe in any political system. They’re all really fucked up. Especially democracy. So I feel odd about supporting a candidate for the American election. But I will.

I like Obama. And I feel dirty for saying that.

It’s not just my hatred of the Clinton camp. I’m perfectly fine with saying: “You’re all assholes” and ignoring the whole fucking lot. And the Clintons are assholes. It took an evil dimwit like Dubya to make Bill look good. Bill might be charming but he’s not good. He’s just as bad, if not worse, than Dubya.

I could care less about who sucked Bill’s dick. I actually think the Republicans, who have filthy minds, did Bill a favor by making such a big deal out of that cumshot on a blue dress. It took everyone’s minds off Bill’s insane, violent and depraved policies. NAFTA, WACO, constant bombing of Iraq, blowing up aspirin factories in Africa . . . The list goes on.

Fuck Bill Clinton.

And fuck his wife too. Even if Bill won’t.

Hilary’s campaign has disgusted me from the start. It never made any sense. She argued that experience the best measure of quality. If that’s true, George Bush Jr. must be the best president in history. He was not just a president’s wife but the actual son of a vice president turned president. He was also a governor and has actually been in the executive office for what feels like twenty years. By Hilary’s logic, he must be the most qualified. That’s how good her logic is. She’s arguing in favor of kings.

Then there was all that racist nonsense –still ongoing– that I don’t even want to dignify by acting as if it warrants a logical response. It doesn’t have anything to do with logic.

All I can say is that when Bill Clinton likened Obama to Jesse Jackson, I stopped using the Full Windsor knot in protest. Bill uses that knot and I will not; not until this campaign is over. And I took this step after having three shirts made with collars designed specifically for that knot. Now, I know that refusing to tie a full Windsor is an extreme and radical measure but someone has to take a stand. So I did.

But even Clinton’s wrecking of my favourite tie knot –an assault on my very neck– was not enough to push me into Obama’s camp. He seemed like a fairy from planet Oprah. Hope. Change. Believe. I had no idea what he was talking about. It all sounded like a bloody UFO convention.

Looking at those masses of desperate people, clamoring for change, I found myself thinking that the best thing for the revolution would be a bullet through his head. I’m not in favour of shooting people, mind you, I do think that murder is wrong, but if he was killed the shit would really hit the fan. The shit needs to hit the fan.

Katrina convinced me of that.

I kept my mouth shut about this. I decided not to talk about the campaign. I can be honest or I can be quiet. But once I start writing, I don’t lie, especially when I do. My fingers just don’t know how. And this was not the sort of thing I wanted to say. I could claim that I thought about good sense and responsibility but that’s a lie.

It was just cowardice.

Though most people have done it privately, talking publicly about the murder of political figures is a fast way to find yourself in trouble. Those who protect the tyrants have no sense of humor, nor should they. Like all of us, they have a job and they should take it seriously. They do. Very seriously. Almost as seriously as I take them.

I’m even worried about mentioning my thoughts on this subject so let me be very clear — no one should shoot this guy. Especially not now. I’ve started to like him.

I’ve switched sides.  Instead of hoping for a bullet to bring change, I now believe a ballot can do the same.  Obama got me with a speech.  His response to the attacks on his pastor was excellent.  These attacks were crazy. For starters, I happen to agree with this pastor. Except for the whole God thing, he makes sense. But, if I view God as a metaphor of some kind, I quite like him.

Make up your own mind. Here’s what he actually said:

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Not too shabby eh?

And he got raked over the coals over remarks taken out of context. I don’t have the quote handy but Cicero warns us of this sort of thing. He used the quality of oration as a measure of freedom. Cicero teaches, in essence, that when leaders stop making their arguments in oratory (speeches) and instead use slogans (soundbites) then freedom is out and tyranny is in. It shows that there is no appeal to man’s higher part –his reason– but instead an appeal to the base, animal instincts –his emotions.

In response to the soundbite attack on his pastor, Obama did what his enemies say he does and what Cicero tells us is the measure of freedom itself: He gave a speech. He did not give a slogan or a soundbite. He gave a speech that appealed to reason. And it was a damn fine example of the craft. It was called “A More Perfect Union.”

I could give my point by point thoughts on this speech. I won’t. Not because they could get me arrested –not this time– but because I think you should read it and make up your own mind. I, for one, am happy that there’s speech that one can think about, a speech that actually says something. Ignore the soundbites and slogans, and pay attention to the quality. The construction of this speech is elegant.

The content is better.

So, while Hilary is lying about military experience in the Balkans — a stunt I once pulled on a security officer so that I could drink malt liquor on a train– Obama is not just saying but doing the right thing. He didn’t hang his pastor and friend out to dry, nor did he give up his own beliefs. He just made sense.

I’ve never seen a politician do that. It disturbs me. Like an often kicked dog, I feel I should snarl and bite when I’m getting pet. But the strokes feel good. So maybe I’ll just show my teeth and enjoy it while it lasts. It may not last for long.