"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would you want to do a thing like that?" (Trainspotting, 1996)
I chose somethin’ else, I choose to go for a congress seat, again. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you are in the congress.
Your vote for me is a vote for a fast, active congress, clear words between the lines, for precise analyses, unfiltered rants, and stupid jokes. Why choose irrelevant nonsense when you can choose the future.