WHAT THE HELL HAPPEN?

1992, the year that I was first bitten by the political bug.(I have been trying to shake it off ever since.) My eighth grade class held a mock election in which I campaigned Bill Clinton's platform. To the other kids it was just a class project but to me it became an obsession. I found myself a 14 year-old insomniac watching CNN, C span, and debates. I became addicted to the thing that seemed to drive this country to it's destination, Politics. It seems like yesterday, debating President Clinton's platform in front of the entire student body with magical vigor, a will to single-handedly change the world, and a passion that inspired even my teachers. I was in love for the first time in my life. I hearted American politics with all my being and found my life's purpose.

Needless to say I was a child then and was not corrupted by the world yet. However, that time of childhood innocence has been slaughtered to death. A new passionately enraged individual has emerged from the ashes. Enraged about what you might ask, well where do I start! Hmm...