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Hunter S. Thompson Rides Again!

I should do some submersion journalism, from the perspective of a door-to-door canvasser. Man, do I have some stories.

"Can I just say this?" began the staunch Democrat. She had informed me that she hated McCain, but couldn't vote for Obama. I didn't ask why. "This is from the heart - I really just want to say this: to have a black man in the White House, it's just un-American. I really think that." Maybe she was more of a pre-1960s democrat.

When I played World of Warcraft, I had a guild-leader who said "Everybody who's white is white trash. If you think you're not, that just means you're trashier." I've since discovered that he was right; I was living in willful ignorance of my own trashy tendencies. Not only have I sat in a sofa that was on a front lawn, it was an inclined lawn, and I was smoking cigarettes. I've drunk Budweiser - and liked it. I have shot off a firework while it was in my hand (it was a really small one). I've never eaten squirrel, but I did room with a guy who had. So when I met a woman who'd hated Obama until two weeks ago, which was when she discovered he's a democrat, I took it in stride and signed her right up as a supporter. Hell, I myself didn't know who Sarah Palin was until August 29th.