You've heard of "Minnesota Nice", And we've definitely gotten a lot of that here in Minneapolis at Netroots Nation.
Having primed the pump, meet me below the fold for the rest of this week's hate.
presidential candidate
Dear Kos,
I am an independent candidate for president. I posted under my own name and my first, and only Diary had 95 comments. I was answering all of them and that was contrary to the Kos policy and I was automatically bounced.
It was an error - my mistake. Please reinstate me.
I then convinced my associate, Oliver C Kerr, who is writing a biography about my life and times, to sign up, and I would give him whole paragraphs to quote.
He had trouble getting the comments to work - then the tech fixed it, and now it appears he is being banished.
You can banish me! And Ollie, too. But I believe that would be a giant mistake. What follows is my first post at Technorati. From this you can deduce i will make a number of nationwide speeches:
"I am an independent write-in candidate for president. I admit to having been registered republican my whole life. It was a family tradition. I may run in the primaries on the republican and democratic lines where ever possible, as I seek the nomination of both parties.
Guaranteed for general election purposes I'm spoiling all the wanna bees best laid plans, running as independent write-in. In the event you can't be bothered to write in my name, you don't deserve to have me.
Our two party system is a shame, our parties reduced to money-raising shells. They play a mean game: The party in power bloats the bureaucracy, squandering the wealth. The party out of power preaches austerity. Every couple years its smoke and mirrors at the half and they change sides.
My two party idea is better: One party is registered, the other unregistered. The duty of the registered is to get the unregistered voters to participate; and the unregistered voters are in charge of running all our elections.Â
I bring to the political table a Vehicle For World Peace, a 112 double column page Television Scripture, with every line a delicate sensible rhyme, like Dante, of Divine Comedic fame, and as both old blind Homer and hairy Moses, a law, a riddle or homily truth buried in, my sing-you-lurn Vehicle for World Peace, lettered to perform from dusk until dawn, but this time around, the inspired prophetic magnum opus on all the radio waves and Tell Lev Vision channels, for all the world's nations and peoples gathered together at once.
Grant my Whirled Pizza conception, worthy of a Nobel Prize, is above everyone else's pay grade and for me it is very lonely at the top of the flop. I get up every morning and put on one sock at a time without any help.
My work of art comes from God and cannot be sold. It was given to me, to give to you, soon to be the first digital rent-a-book, my vehicle, when president, to steer the course change of human history on good ship mother urf.
In the hand lettered The Book ov Lev It A Kiss I renew the story of Adman and Even in the Gar Den ov Edum, trace the generations of men, tell how the Cheyenne-easy people became yellow skinned, what ha penned when Moses went up to hear the Big Sigh on Mt. Sinai, and a whole lot more, all the ancient stories retold, with reel living characters.
Faced with the genuinely mystical, you miss a lot but you get a tickle. Grant this is mystical, a person with inspired talent to chant sing or say more than 100 double column pages, for all man kind to participate in together. However this is not an apocalypse - rather a pox on yer lips.
Judgement Day is coming for sure, and you, at armchair rest in the Jury's Bach's. I'm not the Messiah. Knot! Ignore what eye say. Allow the men in suits lined up from Ma's bedroom door around the block, to continue their unbending rape of God's First Wife, Mother Nature, and guaranteed, The Messiah, big shod himself, isn't showing up regardless for another 185,000 years; not until earth gets to Vegas, a star, and instantly burns up in a crisp.
During the world wide TV show I'm going to describe that earth ending event in detail. Right about then in the program, after five hours of every line a spontaneous, on the spot created mull tie ling well delicate rhyme, the Creator, God might slip into your living room. Not to worry. You hide behind the couch.
What you want to know is what's for breakfast. You want nuts and bolts solutions to the prob limbs we face, a health care program that covers all in six weeks at half the cost of Obama Care with the only requirement a one line change in the tax code .
You want five million jobs, and mortgage reform, and credit card reform that rearranges everything to the banks' grudging satisfaction, so within two years our national debt is cut in half, with Social Security and Medicare untouched.
Certainly, as a candidate for president I’m entitled to a mass media hearing, to explain my plans, state my case for election.
In the last election I requested time of all the broadcast networks to deliver a speech. They ignored my requests. The law says, "for the willful and repeated failure to allow access the commission may revoke your license. But FCC, instead of protecting our rights to participate in political speech, provides a shroud, protecting the broadcasters from candidates they don't like.
FCC amended the access statute, and removed 356 PBS stations from the public interest requirement to provide access. That is clearly unconstitutional. Then they added an addendum: FCC shall not take any complaints against the PBS. Remedies exhausted!
The papers, challenging the FCC jurisdiction over our First Amendment right, and the broadcasters licenses for their failure to allow access, including the Orders To Show Cause why the Court should not ORDER the FCC Secretary to REVOKE their licenses are near ready for the federal hopper.
As above, in the event you cannot learn to write-in my name you don't deserve to have me.
Michael Stephen Levinson
Okay, that wasn't hate mail. But admit it -- "In the event you can't be bothered to write in my name, you don't deserve to have me" is the best presidential slogan in American history.
And his platform? I'll vote for whirled pizza.
"Mr. Hitler" waged war on white people?
Okay guys, fess up. Who went to edscan's house and hid his reading glasses?