John Kerry is the harbinger of doom.  At least he would be if he had a chance of winning the election.  I have to say that when Satan herself runs for President of the United States, he would pose with multiple flags and his initials all over his tie like some lame subliminal message.  He is a self-professed war criminal that wants me to give my money to help others but did not open his gigantic checkbook until he decided to run for the Presidency.

I understand SOME of the hatred for President Bush, and agree that hate is a great motivator (and often the best reason for doing anything), but are you guys kidding me?  Is this anyone's first choice to lead the Democratic Party?

When Dole/Kemp lost in 1996, I knew George W. Bush would be the Republican nominee.  But I never said that he was my first choice.  I would have even helped the campaign to bounce Gore/Lieberman, but Bush/Cheney was not my ideal ticket.  For the life of me, I cannot find a liberal that will admit that the two Johns are not their first choice.  Does one really have to "buy in" to that extent?  Must they convince themselves that if they had the power to choose the Democratic nominee from anyone in the country, that they would choose John Kerry?  Is this what affords them the moral superiority that comes with the "I voted today" sticker at the Democratic primary elections?  Is that what can evoke the unadulterated hatred when any conservative argument is made?

Lately, people "jump over" the Kerry question by stating their enthusiasm about John Edwards, but did not know a thing about him before the election.  This leads me to believe that they suffer from a supreme lack of imagination in addition to a lack of autonomous thought.  I suppose that is understandable since you cannot accept John Kerry as your personal savior until you know that the bulk of your party will choose someone else to make them feel all tingly.  I liken this someone having a decision making disorder and eating at a buffet.  He cannot choose one thing over another, and as the angry line behind him pushes him to the end of the buffet, he has just enough time to convince himself that what he really wanted was the last thing in the buffet.  The glimmer of doubt is totally destroyed when the server offers him some bread.  Now his friend looks at his plate and then asks him, "Joe, you don't like pig snouts, do you?", he can respond with an argument that reveals his self-delusion, but back any  question which pierces his argument, that he was really hoping for the bread and the pig snouts where just a bonus.