I have to believe the illusion, 'cos that what keeps me from takin' a rifle to the mall. The ballot or the bullet! I say the illusion of choice, 'cos I don't see a connection between who gets elected and what happens afterward. "Well, we elected a Democrat, now we can finally stick it to the man!" Think again. "Well, we elected a Republican, now we can restore some dignity to the White House." Nice try.
I swear to God, some early November Morning I'll be in a polling booth at an old, rundown public school, brushing the asbestos crumbs outta my eyebrows, and the ballot will have two boxes: Coke and Pepsi. That's the day I'll write in my candidate. Mister Bullet. It's time for a change.