5 December 2000 |
"Poor Dick Cheney. I feel bad that he had another heart attack and am glad that he's doing well, but I have to confess that the 'what-ifs' started in my head.... What if he had to drop out of the Vice-Presidency...? Well, what Republican doesn't have a lot to do lately? The nice man John Ashcroft, that's who, and he could sit as President of the Senate and every day stare down that bitch who stole the election from him. Hell, with the Senate at 50-50, he'd even get to cancel out her vote pretty often. I've taken to calling her 'Senator Golddigger.' If all else fails, Ashcroft could pop her on the head with his gavel. 'Shut up, bitch!' <POP!> 'I said shut up!' <POP!> Then he'd point it at Rodham and tell her to sit her ass down if she didn't want some of that, too. Hmm... maybe I wouldn't make a good VP...." -- My good friend Mr. Hutchison, in a missive that arrived with his Kwanzaa wishes |
I have found that sleeping half the day is one of the few things (along with vast quantities of Vitamin C) that speeds along recovering from a really nasty cold. So I did roughly a day's worth of work today and I slept. Not very exciting.
There's an essay percolating in my mind regarding the proper definition of "political" and its implications. Maybe I need a "Coming Attractions" section? Or maybe not.
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