We are promised the moon, the sun with few stars thrown in for free. With folded hands and a humble demeanor, the so called public servants beg from door to door for that precious vote in return for so many false promises. We have all learnt to enjoy our two minutes of glory, and why not? After all we will be spending rest of the time looking like asses, behaving like fools with a herd mentality, pushed beyond control to waste the precious vote in voting without thinking. Let us think this time.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
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