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Any of you out there who know me, or can read this crap for that matter, know that I don’t really pay much attention to politics. I feel like arguing about politics is like arguing about religion: more pointless than the gym at Christina Aguilera’s mcmansion. Rather than discuss the actual viewpoints, policies, or haircuts of the politicians, I prefer to just make fun of the whole thing.

This time around, we have Barack Obama trying to keep his office as president of the PTA for extremely well-spoken African Americans, and Shitt Romney, trying to destroy the hopes and dreams of every minority, gay person, or poor person. I won’t lie- I have only watched a few minutes of election coverage from the treadmill at the gym, but even in those 5 minutes I saw Romney back pedal and basically make a fool of himself more than once. Here is what I know about the whole thing, gleaned from the very fringe of attentiveness and my own experience:

Mitt Romney thinks that gay Americans visiting their lovers on their deathbeds is a privilege, like playing video games all night, or having ice cream after a particularly rough night hunting innocent animals, hiding money in offshore accounts, and adopting the same slogan as the KKK: Keep American American. I find the slogan particularly laughable because first of all, America encompasses much more than the United States- including Canada, Mexico, and all the Latino countries of South America. If he means keep America white and Republican, he should probably adjust not only his slogan, but his expectations.

Barack Obama saved my mother’s house. I swear to Channing Tatum’s beer-addled dingleberries that this story is 100% true. Any of you who read regularly know that I grew up poorer than a shithouse rat. It wasn’t easy with four kids, and one parent- especially loud, obnoxious, free-thinking bastards like us, but my mother made it work. A few years after I moved away, my mom decided to complete one of her life goals and buy a house. Unfortunately, she ended up with one of those predatory mortgages that rape your face and are basically impossible to pay off. She called me randomly one day and asked me to help her write a letter to President Obama, to ask for help.  I thought the idea was silly, but she needed my help with editing and if I can help it at all, I NEVER say no to my mom no matter what she requests of me. So I helped her edit and reformat a letter to Barack and Michelle thinking there was no possible way it could do any good.

But it fucking did.

I have no idea who actually received the letter, but someone from Obama’s administration was in contact with my mother (just some tiny Asian bitch living in Panama City, Florida) and was able to get her mortgage down to a reasonable amount. I know I am being uncharacteristically sappy, but I cried when I found out that it actually worked. I am not someone who puts much stock or faith in politics, but this is one example of how one president helped one random person that really, truly needed it. It also taught me not to be afraid to ask for help, even when help seems so unreasonable or far out of reach.

So say what you will and vote for whomever you choose. But I can tell you that for all the mud-slinging the Republican’s are doing, I have actual personal evidence of a President doing the right thing for the most important person in my life. Can anyone in the entire world say that about Shitt Romney?

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