After returning from Manchester, New Hampshire I came back with an even stranger feeling that I've seen this sort of tenacious lust for power before. Maybe not in this age, but somewhere, at sometime, I've seen another pursue it like she does now. First the Clinton's and most Democrats in D.C. spoke of the Bush Administration as though it had stolen what is rightfully theirs. The Whitehouse and America herself was and is theirs and John F. Kennedy and William Jefferson Clinton proved it. Camelot and Came..a..(nevermind). Bush STOLE the elections!

Whispers from the east spoke of a growing shadow. The powers of the Democratic Party rose up armies to, once and for all, destroy the Fellowship of the Right. Massachusetts to the north with Kennedy and Kerry leading the liberal armies in 2004 and The Clinton tandum also to the east in the lands of Chappaqua biding their time to retake the Whitehouse in 2008. Fork tongued wizards  forged weapons. Soros The Grey devised a venomous dragon called MoveOn.org from the bowels of the earth and it lashed out at the Fellowship. Storms swept the lands and the blame went to Bush who's absent armies were still in the Misty Mountains of Tora Bora searching for the Muslim Orcs which toppled the Two Towers.

But there was a division in the ranks of the Democrats. A name not well known in the liberal Blueblood ranks  nor by the Carpetbagoons Hillary and Bill. A clever creature perhaps attacking from Middle-America but built by Kerry the Heinz . His name was Obama. Barack Hussein Obama who brought forth his own army to topple The Fellowship. With Bush The W leaving for the west, it was left to Mitt The Romney, Rudy of Giuliani, McCain The White or a Hobbit named Huckabee to keep The Precious from the Democrats but for now, Hillary had set her focus on Obama. He was in her way from getting The Precious. The Democratic armies divided, the creature called Hillary of the Rodhams lashed out and demanded what was rightfully hers.

"They're thieves, they're thieves! They're filthy little thieves. Where is it? Where is it? They stole it from us, my Precious. Curse them. We hates them. It is ours and we wants it."