I did not write this. It is not my words, but I find I agree with most of
it.  Take it as you will, or don't.

Lee

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There is a great amount of interest in this year's presidential elections,
as everybody seems to recognize that our next president has to be a lot
better than George Bush. The Democrats are riding high with two
groundbreaking candidates - a woman and an African-American - while the
conservative Republicans are in a quandary about their party's nod to a
quasi-liberal maverick, John McCain.

Each candidate is carefully pandering to a smorgasbord of special-interest
groups, ranging from gay, lesbian and transgender people to children of
illegal immigrants to working mothers to evangelical Christians.

There is one group no one has recognized, and it is the group that will
decide the election: the Angry White Man. The Angry White Man comes from all
economic backgrounds, from dirt-poor to filthy rich. He represents all
geographic areas in America, from urban sophisticate to rural redneck, deep
South to mountain West, left Coast to Eastern Seaboard.

His common traits are that he isn't looking for anything from anyone - just
the promise to be able to make his own way on a level playing field. In many
cases, he is an independent businessman and employs several people. He pays
more than his share of taxes and works hard.

The victimhood syndrome buzzwords - "disenfranchised," "marginalized" and
"voiceless" - don't resonate with him. "Press 'one' for English" is a
curse-word to him. He's used to picking up the tab, whether it's the company
Christmas party, three sets of braces, three college educations or a
beautiful wedding.

He believes the Constitution is to be interpreted literally, not as a
"living document" open to the whims and vagaries of a panel of judges who
have never worked an honest day in their lives.

The Angry White Man owns firearms, and he's willing to pick up a gun to
defend his home and his country. He is willing to lay down his life to
defend the freedom and safety of others, and the thought of killing someone
who needs killing really doesn't bother him.

The Angry White Man is not a metrosexual, a homosexual or a victim. Nobody
like him drowned in Hurricane Katrina - he got his people together and got
the hell out, then went back in to rescue those too helpless and stupid to
help themselves, often as a police officer, a National Guard soldier or a
volunteer firefighter.

His last name and religion don't matter. His background might be Italian,
English, Polish, German, Slavic, Irish, or Russian, and he might have
Cherokee, Mexican, or Puerto Rican mixed in, but he considers himself a
white American.

He's a man's man, the kind of guy who likes to play poker, watch football,
hunt white-tailed deer, call turkeys, play golf, spend a few bucks at a
strip club once in a blue moon, change his own oil and build things. He
coaches baseball, soccer and football teams and doesn't ask for a penny. He's
the kind of guy who can put an addition on his house with a couple of
friends, drill an oil well, weld a new bumper for his truck, design a
factory and publish books. He can fill a train with 100,000 tons of coal and
get it to the power plant on time so that you keep the lights on and never
know what it took to flip that light switch.

Women either love him or hate him, but they know he's a man, not a dishrag.
If they're looking for someone to walk all over, they've got the wrong guy.
He stands up straight, opens doors for women and says "Yes, sir" and "No, ma'am."

He might be a Republican and he might be a Democrat; he might be a
Libertarian or a Green. He knows that his wife is more emotional than
rational, and he guides the family in a rational manner.

He's not a racist, but he is annoyed and disappointed when people of certain
backgrounds exhibit behavior that typifies the worst stereotypes of their
race. He's willing to give everybody a fair chance if they work hard, play
by the rules and learn English.

Most important, the Angry White Man is pissed off. When his job site becomes
flooded with illegal workers who don't pay taxes and his wages drop like a
stone, he gets righteously angry. When his job gets shipped overseas, and he
has to speak to some incomprehensible idiot in India for tech support, he
simmers. When Al Sharpton comes on TV, leading some rally for reparations
for slavery or some such nonsense, he bites his tongue and he remembers.
When a child gets charged with carrying a concealed weapon for mistakenly
bringing a penknife to school, he takes note of who the local idiots are in
education and law enforcement.

He also votes, and the Angry White Man loathes Hillary Clinton. Her voice
reminds him of a shovel scraping a rock. He recoils at the mere sight of her
on television. Her very image disgusts him, and he cannot fathom why anyone
would want her as their leader. It's not that she is a woman. It's that she
is who she is. It's the liberal victim groups she panders to, the "poor me"
attitude that she represents, her inability to give a straight answer to an
honest question, his tax dollars that she wants to give to people who refuse
to do anything for themselves.

There are many millions of Angry White Men. Four million Angry White Men are
members of the National Rifle Association, and all of them will vote against
Hillary Clinton, just as the great majority of them voted for George Bush.

He hopes that she will be the Democratic nominee for president in 2008, and
he will make sure that she gets beaten like a drum.