Declaration of PUMA Objections by Annabellep

Declaration of PUMA Objections

When, in the course of U. S. Presidential Elections, it becomes necessary for one portion of a political party to assume among the people of the nation a position different from that which they have previously occupied, but one to which the laws of nature and of their Constitution entitle them, a decent respect for the opinions of fellow citizens requires that they should declare the causes that impel them to such a course.

In agreement with generations who have gone before us, we hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men and women are created equal; that they are endowed at birth with certain inalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness; that to secure these rights governments are instituted, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. Whenever any form of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of those who suffer from it to refuse allegiance to it, and to insist upon the institution of a new government, laying its foundation on such principles, and organizing its powers in such form as to seem most likely to affect their safety and happiness.

From Broad to Dame, for the rest of her life

               There’s a point when a broad becomes a dame—and Hillary Clinton has just earned her shoulder pads.

She’d been anointed a broad some time ago by circumstances.  She was fighting with the boys on their turf—the Presidency.  She dug in her pumps and rolled up her sleeves to expose a designer watch and a diamond ring.  Just like the men, she could wear her fortune like a uniform.  She wasn’t afraid of money; she knew the good it could do.  She said, “Yeah, I’ve got it, and now I wanna give some to you.”

She didn’t say this to the boys, mind you.  She said it to the spectators, to the hoi polloi sitting in the nose bleed seats on high, or the ones with their noses pressed to the canvas, they were squeezed in around the ring so close.  She wasn’t making her case to the referees, she was making it to the hard-working masses who came to the match every four years to watch.  She was a petite broad in a suit, and she looked so out of place—but the words, the words were right.

If You Won It, Win It!

All right, Barack, you’ve got your tiara and you’re prancing down winners’ row like Miss America.  We get it, you’re happy.  Sadly for you, the rest of us are damned pissed off and you’re the target of our rage.

You see, our girl, Miss Universe came “second” to you.  Yeah, I know Miss Universe is superior to Miss America, but I consider that analogous to the popular vote and the delegate totals, respectively.  She won with the people of the country she would like to represent, but you scored big with the judges.  Here in pageant country, Texas, we call that an upset.  In simple words: we’re just not that into you.

One Final Rant from an Eternal Clinton Supporter

I like to think that I have led my life with distinction.  I was raised by a single mother with little help.  We were even on public assistance for a time.  I have excelled in school since the very first day and now stand to graduate an esteemed high school with the rank of Salutatorian.  I have friends of every race, every religion—and lack thereof, every political ideology, and sexual orientation.  Even for love of a few stale jokes, you couldn’t truly believe that I hated someone because they were different from me.  I wouldn’t and I can’t.  Before this Democratic Primary, I’d never had the honor and the pleasure of being called a racist, a crybaby, or anyone’s psycho ex-girlfriend a la Glenn Close out of “Fatal Attraction.”  It’s been a season of firsts.

 

I turned 18 in November.  My first thought? Oh God, I have to vote. I hadn’t listened to the pundits, I didn’t even know who was running. Some Hispanic guy, some black guy, and the former First Lady of the United States; oh, and some other white guys.  The only one I recognized was Edwards and my heart did an awful large thump for what could’ve been in 2004.  (I hadn’t forgiven John Kerry for conceding Ohio, I still haven’t and he’s invoked my ire ever since.) Yet, it wasn’t John Edwards and his invincible haircut that caught my attention; it was the woman I had never noticed and the history I’d never cared about.

Hello WordPress!

I’ve been apart of the world for 18 years, I don’t need an introduction to it.  I’m a former Democrat. First time voter, obviously, but I was brought up in a house that adored Bill Clinton. Still love him in spite of his faults. Love Hillary just as much today.

For the last six months, politics has been my one hobby and remains so. It’s just a lot more boring these days.  Now, I write about politics, because back when I was oblivious and disinterested blogs, writing was what I did. I was fairly good at it. Hopefully, I still am.

Glad to be here and I hope it’s fun.