It’s a sunny and bitterly cold morning and I am still enjoying the warm fuzzy feeling from Tuesday’s victories. Maybe Americans aren’t as stupid as I thought. Sure, it took six years for those swing voters (who would have thought we would all end up haiving such high hopes for swingers?) to realize that war is bad, ignoring domestic issues is bad, instituting a police state is bad, leadership through inimidation, swagger and stupidity is bad and running up a massive deficit while trying to distract the nation by arguing it doesn’t matter because the economy looks good is, well, bad. The important thing is now there will be a little democracy thrown into the mix, and that is good. Not that a few war crimes tribunals wouldn’t be good as well . . . my dream team to face this would be Rumsfeld, Wolfowitz, Rove, Cheney, Bush and Rice. Maybe even toss in an attorney general or two past and present if possible, although I guess that is kind of a stretch. Still, it’s my dream, and I like the sound of the Gang of Eight. Maybe Condi’ll get out of it by being declared mentally unfit after she claws Laura’s eyes out in a fit of jealous rage. Hey, as I said, it’s my dream!

Speaking of dreams, I dream of the day someone actually calls Bush on his lies. Take for example, his statement that we wanted Rumsfeld to continue as Defense Secretary for the remaining two years of Bush’s presidency. Why did he say this, when he apparently knew Drunksfeld was on the way out? “The only way to answer that question and to get you onto another question was to give you that answer.” So, lying because it is expedient, lying because you just don’t feel like talking about something is perfectly acceptable. Thank you, Mr. President, for setting a fine example. Have you ever had even the slightest shred of integrity? I didn’t think so. Truth isn’t stranger than fiction when it comes to Bush, just a stranger.

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