… on which candidate to vote for come November, let these two vid clips point the way.

Barack Obama rides a bicycle (albeit with a saddle that’s WAY too low).

John McCain will veto beer.

If that’s not a clear sign, I don’t know what is.

For the Husla!

THE JAM - GOING UNDERGROUND

Some people might say my life is in a rut,
But I’m quite happy with what I got
People might say that I should strive for more,
But I’m so happy I can’t see the point.

Somethings happening here today
A show of strength with your boy’s brigade and,
I’m so happy and you’re so kind
You want more money - of course I don’t mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes
And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society’s got -

I’m going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, I’ve enough already on my plate
People might need some tension to relax
[Me?] I’m too busy dodging between the flak

What you see is what you get
You’ve made your bed, you better lie in it
You choose your leaders and place your trust
As their lies wash you down and their promises rust
You’ll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
And the public wants what the public gets
But I don’t get what this society wants

I’m going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
[So] let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

La la la la
La la la la

We talk and we talk until my head explodes
I turn on the news and my body froze
The braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!

Going underground, (going underground!)
I’m going underground
I’m going underground

La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la

The braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!

I’m going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
[So] let the boys all sing and the boys all shout
Going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play, and feet go pow pow pow!
Going underground, (going underground)
[So] let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow …