Dear SOPA

Fuck you. Furyfuck you with a fuckaddled fuckentaur wearing the fetid fuckchapeau of freedom while getting facecocked from the other end. Fuck you for attempting to fix a problem by punishing all of us. Fuck you for nannystating on my life. And fuck you in general because I fucking wanted to say so, and fuck you for trying to let the camel’s nose into the tent on how I can do it.

Get fucked. Burn in the hell reserved for restrictions on our lives. And never come back.
Oh, and here is a visual depiction of how I feel.

“If You Come to a Fork In the Road, Take it.”

In life, sometimes we are faced with difficult choices that can test our core beliefs while also having a great impact on our world and our lives. I believe the (probably) inevitable Romney nomination is one such choice. So, given what is at stake, is there a point where we say, “fuck it”, do nothing but vote for Mittens (no volunteering, no money, no Jen Rubin-like blogging, etc), and devote our energy to working on building up a Senate majority that can block Obama or Romney, maintaining a House majority, expanding on Statehouse Majorities and Governorships (where our bench strength really is developed), and fighting for people such as Scott Walker in his recall fight?

That, or we can choose to become a network of recipe blogs. Just a thought.