Platform Point #1

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I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff-box from an emperor. ~Lord Byron

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

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Name: Sian
I paint, write, and dance. Also cook vegetarian food.

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Monday, 26 September 2005

Platform Point #1

This weekend, I woke up early one morning, only to discover that there was only enough sugar for one cup of coffee. So, naturally, I decided to walk to a store to get another box of sugar. About eight thirty in the morning--even on weekends, I'm not much for sleeping in. So I got up. I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Not a nice pair of jeans. Not even really a nice T-shirt. Pulled a comb through my hair. And walked out the door looking like a welfare child all grown up.

So, as I was walking down to the store--it's a bit of a hike, but well worth it in the pursuit of sugar--I bumped into a man. Visually, you couldn't really tell all that much was wrong with him, but he was whistling at me like I was a hearing-impaired crack dealer, and the more I ignored him, the louder he whistled. In fact, as I walked past him, he walked beside me, and whistled down at me from probably about a foot and a half away. That's the point at which I decided that "ignore" was probably not the best course of action, and I asked him what he wanted. The response, "You're supposed to whistle, if you see a girl with nice boobs and an ass." Yes, he actually used the word "boobs." Oh? Really? You're supposed to? He went on to inform me that he was waiting for his ride. Well, at least I could see him and both his hands... That's something, isn't it? So, anyway, the conversation went on, with me booking it as fast as possible down the street, hoping to get to where all the cabs park and wait for passengers, and him talking. Not really slurred, not really especially offensive... But then...

Just as I was almost to those wonderful, non-felonious cabbies...

He asked me if I had ever seen a man with a thirteen inch dick. Seriously. Thirteen. (That's why girls are bad at math, by the way.) And he was ready to whip it out right there on the spot. Ala P.T. Barnum.

Which leads me to the first major point in my campaign for everything.

The death penalty.

I whole heartedly believe that the death penalty should be abolished, not only for the current murder-treason type crimes, but also, for any future "Annoyance of Sian" crimes, which, following my election, would most certainly be prosecuted under existing treason laws.

After all, death is inevitable. Sooner or later, whether we choose to use it as a penalty or not, the fact is that this unfortunate waste of skin is going to die.

We should never use the inevitable as a punishment. If we do, the average housewife winds up with the same de facto punishment as Eichmann or Ted Bundy. This is absurd. Moreover, it is not the dying which is a deterent to others, but the pain that comes before it. I will replace the so-called death penalty with far more appropriate pain-based punishment. This should keep both sides of the debate happy. The state will no longer be taking people's lives in the name of the liberals, and the conservatives can rest assured that the criminal will never re-offend. In order to regulate and control my justice system, all such punishments will be broadcast live on the major network and cable channels, so that any and all corruption will be open to public scrutiny.

In all cases, the question of death will be left entirely up to the free choice of the criminal, 100% and entirely optional, but highly recommended.