As a rule I have no respect for politicians to begin with. I originally voted for Bush because I felt Clinton made total a mockery of his office and Al Gore was the other option. My feelings were further reinforced when Gore got all whiney about not winning in Florida. If I had seen Al during the next twenty-four months I probably would have kicked him in the nuts and told him to grow up. Now I've kind of cooled of and I realize it's not his fault, he was probably dropped on his head as a child, many times.
I've gained some respect for Bush because he smacked down the Taliban for supporting Al Qaeda after 9/11 and he had the balls to go in and remove Saddam, despite the objections, which is something i think his father should have done back in '91.
So I'm going to vote for George W again this year because John Kerry really annoy's the hell out of me, as does most of the Democratic party.
Just as a side note:
I was reading
The Manchurian Candidate , the book by Richard Condon that the original film was based on not the new flick with Denzel Washington. Anyway within the first 100 pages, I can't remember exactly where because I was in the middle of reading it and I lost my copy, there's a part where it talks about John Islin's war record during WWII. His wife, raymond's mother, finagles an assignment to Greenland for Johnny where he works in a weather unit. She takes his letters and spins the smallest event into some grand adventure, when in fact Johnny never comes within a hundred yards of the enemy. At one point a naval ship puts into a nearby port and they are scheduled to test their gun battery. Nobody on the ship wants to do it, they just want a little shore leave, so Johnny Islin talks them into let him fire the guns. Well the whole event gets turned into this grand battle, by Mrs. Shaw-Islin, where Johnny holds off a massive German assault on his own with the ship's guns!
Admittedly John Kerry's exploits, real or imagined, are not that absurdly grand but the similarities between Kerry lying about his record and John Islin lying about his record was kind of trippy, particulalry considering the book was written in the late '50s to early '60s.
It's just a thought, maybe I should ask the guys in the black helicopter that's been following me around.