Because I simply refuse to swallow the same ol' one that makes me ill.
Same pill, different Armani suit. The woman is beholden, beholden, beholden.
Same pill, only meaner. I don't care that the man is a lapsed Catholic and cheats on his wife. I care that he's a jack-booted fascist pinhead who delights in dreaming up ever more clever ways to whip us into blind obedience.
Kinda the same pill, only much, much cuter. But we all know what happens when we elect cute guys to office, right? They're either assassinated or their names are forever stained by naughty sexual misconductivities. Or both. Barak, honey, go save the world some other way. But stay cute, 'kay?
Gah, then there's THIS guy:
Forget the fact that he's a moron, er, Mormon. I simply refuse to vote for anyone who spends more time on his hair than I do.
But, wait . . . what's this?
Huh. What do you know? Okay, give Moi a glass of Pinot to go with that pill and yeah, I'll swallow it.