I love my family, but they're wrong

So, Thursday, I receive this political screed from my well-to-do older brother. He forwards something that some idiot from Maine wrote stating that those who give money to Democrats during this election might as well "Fed Ex a grenade launcher to the terrorists".
Then today, I get an e-mail from one of 2 sisters (no, not the one who deliberately ignores me, but the other, more intelligent one). In it, I read from some other political screed that if I vote for Obama, I am going against God. As much as I really hate to admit it, that e-mail hurts worse than the one that my brother sent.
I wrote back to both. The screed that my sister sent also noted that Obama is suspect because he was once supported by Jeremiah Wright. I told her that by that standard, all Catholics should be held under suspicion because our leader, the Pope, idiotically states that married couples who use condoms are sinning.
Yeah, I know, it doesn't make sense to me either.
So one day my brother insults me, the next day my sister insults me, I insult both of them back so I was just thinking about the future.

At the rate I'm going, I'll probably not even get the satisfaction of seeing Barack Obama win the election. No, instead I'll probably get run over and killed after I vote for Obama in the morning of Nov. 4 by one of those asshole cab drivers in Chicago running a red light, then promptly go to hell (hey that's what the e-mail insinuates anyway), then in the final coup de gras, some person will piss on my grave and write TERRORIST with a big black magic marker on my tombstone.
It's been nice knowing everyone. Don't worry, I'll try to avoid all this mess; I'm going to confession within the next 10 days. Please pray for me!
Thanks.
Good bye.