April 20, 2006
Almost spring
I'm a little behind, due to connection problems this morning and a few minor emergencies this afternoon which have kept me from my trusty keyboard.
As a result, all I have to offer is a little picture of the possibilities for patio coming soon, and Bill Maher's closing monologue a few nights ago, which may have already gone around the email circuit. If you've seen it, just look at the picture, breathe deeply ten times, and try to get something positive out of coming all the way over here.
"Mr. President, this job can't be fun for you any more.
There's no more money to spend - you used up all of that.
You can't start another war because you used up the army.
And now, darn the luck, the rest of your term has become the Bush family
nightmare -
helping poor people.
Listen to your Mom. The cupboard's bare, the credit cards are maxed out. No
one's speaking to you. Mission accomplished.
Now it's time to do what you've always done best - lose interest and walk
away.
Like you did with your military service and the oil company and the
baseball
team. It's time. Time to move on and try the next fantasy job. How about
cowboy or space man?
Now I know what you're saying - there's so many other things that you as
President
could involve yourself in.
Please don't.
I know, I know. There's a lot left to do. There's a war with Venezuela.
Eliminating the sales tax on yachts. Turning the space program over to the
church.
And Social Security to Fannie Mae. Giving embryos the vote.
But, Sir, none of that is going to happen now.
Why? Because you govern like Billy Joel drives. You've performed so poorly
I'm surprised that you haven't given yourself a medal. You're a catastrophe
that walks like a man. Herbert Hoover was a shitty president, but even he
never conceded an entire city to rising water and snakes.
On your watch, we've lost almost all of our allies, the surplus, four
airliners, two trade centers, a piece of the Pentagon, and the City of New
Orleans.
Maybe you're just not lucky.
I'm not saying you don't love this country. I'm just wondering how much
worse
it could be if you were on the other side.
So, yes, God does speak to you. What he is saying is:
"Take a hint.'
Photo note: Chairs in the al fresco dining area, waiting for warmer temperatures, with vine.
Posted by Dakota at April 20, 2006 11:22 PM