In every presidential election ‘hot button’ issues are foisted on us. These issues have zero to do with the quality of life on our planet. Nor do these ‘hot buttons’ give us any ides what kind of president the candidates will become, what we can expect, based on their “hot button” ploys.

George Bush told us, when he was a candidate, he would return honor to the Oval Office. As president, he dishonored our Constitution and Bill of Rights. When the unconstitutional domestic wire tapping story broke, Bush referred to our Constitution as a (insert Lord’s name at own risk) damn piece of paper. In light of our volunteers, so many mere kids, soldiering and dying in a foreign country, to protect our Constitution, the issue of Bush’s cursing the Constitution is very hot button to me.

A meaningless hot button issue is gay marriage. That is where two openly gay people are living together under the same roof and sharing their lives. I, a candidate for president, am not gay. Nor am I married. Therefore, I recuse myself from commenting on gay marriage.

Having said that, when two people commit to each other they are entitled to the legal benefit of their self-made union. As president I will defend everyone’s constitutional right to equality under the law.

Hemp (growing it) is a hot button issue.

A woman’s abortion right is another “hot button” issue. I hold that Roe v. Wade is poorly written law, but I'’m firmly behind the concept that a woman is in charge of her own body, and whether or not her egg is fertilized and grows into a baby born of her womb is her business, not mine. The law protecting a women’s right is well settled! I will nominate for judgeship those who share my respect and love of the law.

I will protect and respect all those women who refuse to carry their babies, at the same time run a White House office promoting birthing and adoption. I will vigorously push the funding, world wide, of all birth control and contraception programs. I fully support more stem cell research, full stream ahead!

Those who cry out the loudest against abortion, they are the ones who were aborted in a previous life, and the experience is stamped in their characters. Recollect when you were growing up, hanging out with the group, one kid spouted, “You were an abortion.” The “abortion” kid was outraged, mad at the tag and bristled, “What id you say?”

We spit out the truth without forethought, off the tops of our heads. Your brain is a pane. The mind is that place inside your head where words form. When a woman cries out she is knot going to carry the baby, that is the LAN’ Lord uh pin Heaven moving through her.

God is in charge of the souls he installs, that particular soul, a lifetime back, might have been the Auschwitz guard who kicked the toddlers, cracking their baby ribs on their toddle into the cyanide showers. God is the universal ripper, ripping His most recalcitrant of souls, those He deems the worst, at least a thousand times over.

The ancient desert God, our Universal Operator who operates the universe has ’'is own cell you lurn pro gram. During your life you treated everyone like crap. Sew your life after living, guaranteed the first couple hundred decades, starting out, will get spent on pile after pile of post eaten vomited, fly bitten doggy drop, with maybe a full half minute uh pin Heaven, when ever Haley’s comet comes around, there long enough to shower and clean up your act - hark the floor of cloudy Heaven caves again, credence to an old adage: hell is on earth. Whoosh. Plopped again on a turd blossom.

Lots of souls departed bounce around the Heavens, but knot to make requests, only Heaven scent long enough until the next cloud’s burst, whereupon they exit the Heavens on a raindrop, a mere twenty seconds after their arrival, splattered in the gutter on some dog crap, your soul’s migration, in and out of Heaven, an eyeless split half second deep without an audience, whooshed right out the door in Heaven’s floor.