Goodnight John Boy

Oh Johnny *sigh* I watched you in the debates and I like you, I really like you. Last night you even reminded me a little of (dare I say it?) Al. It's not just the fact that you both have the Student Council President-Prom King-waspy-nerdy-good looks either. You started talking about green jobs and you had me at solar panels.

Why are people so caught up in the Clinton/Obama theatrics that they forget about you?! There were points in the debate where I had to wonder if you were actually there as a moderator rather than a candidate.

You're too nice Johnny! They are beating you. Quit raising your hand to speak and waiting to be called on! Quit conceding that both of your opponents have good ideas! Stand up John! For the love all that is right and good STAND UP!

Oh hell, nevermind John. I think it's too late. And you know what? That pisses me off! I want to vote my heart. I want to vote for you. The problem is, I don't think you can win and that means I am going to have to throw my vote towards the only direction I can make it count: By using it in the showdown between your rivals.

Johnny, I'll always love you, but I think our relationship is going nowhere and it's time for me to move on.

I miss you already.