a Call to Arms

In a word. Yes. That is to say, correct. Uh-hu. Ditto. Amen to that. I do succinctly and most definitely agree. Notwithstanding the logic and balance of which adhere the cause of both parties I simple feel drawn towards agreement. So there you have it. I'm in.

I would even say unwaveringly. In fact I feel a tempestuous confidence and erstwhile regularity with this movement. I am freed. Undone. I am vindicated.

The celebration of choice is remarkable. Awe inspiring even. So I say let loose the hounds and decide. Cry forth your feelings, and let havoc the emotions that make you tick. Swing loose the pendulous tepid concerns that say, "No you are meek. You don't count" Dare I say unto you, that you do in fact count. Moreover, you matter greatly. You are special.

So I urge you. No. I beseech you.


Stand forth,




pick up your phone. and call in your vote because................





American Idol needs you. and i don't trust simon. or paula:)