I Really Really Want
Let me tell you what I want, what I really really want . . . well, first and foremost, I really really want to get that damned song out of my head.
I really really want all shows that require a laugh track to remind you that they are supposed to be comedies to be cancelled and the writers shot.
I really really want GW to tell us why we’re in Iraq. Not the candy-assed flipflop reasons he’s been using so far, just tell us we’re there because we want access to the damned oil and because it is good for certain businesses.
I really really want supposed news outlets which report rumours rather than facts to be disbanded, their editors and owners castrated, and the reporters branded. I don’t want to keep hearing about Karl Rove’s supposed pedophilia unless you’ve got some real evidence to back it up (although I do find the rumours of the love affair between Sean Hannity and Alan Colmes to be quite entertaining — hopefully they are true). I want to hear facts, not factoids.
I really really want the federal government to live up to its responsibilities for the “No child left behind” act. Either fund it or scrap it.
I really really want the Clear Skies initiative to actually be about cleaning up air pollution, not increasing it. In the immortal words of Captain, Road Prison 36, ” What we’ve got here is failure to communicate”, and it’s not us who don’t understand the concept of what clear skies are.
I really really want a clean desk and a good night’s sleep. And some more ice cream. And at the moment, what I really really really want is to go get breakfast. Good day, all.
