Not to upset my wife (or the millions of you who secretly pine for me) or anything, but I would totally kiss Cindy Sheehan. I hear from Jim Lehrer's dead lips that she's been arrested for something or other right outside the State of the Union, and sure enough - once I am finished listening to the "better way" coming out of Virginia - I find this. Well, hell. I'm glad somebody did something interesting out there while I was listening to the most predictable State of the Union speech I've ever heard. I could've Mad Libs'd that thing in a couple of minutes. I called most of it, on paper, today while printing letterhead. In the future, I will be sealing my predictions in a vault in Vatican City to be opened by John Turturro just after the speech, instead of driving C butt-ass crazy by saying, "see, told ya!" about 500 times while flashing ersatz gangster signs at the President's simian, leering visage on-screen. Max fell asleep while watching the S of the U. I hope he doesn't have nightmares. Nightmares about cutting the deficit while funding this new Competitiveness bullshit. I mean, Max has about as much control over the budget as Monkeyface does. Can't wait for that budget. But back to Cindy!
Apparently, she got taken in (and wouldn't arresting the quiet war mom make you feel like a BIG cop schmucko) for wearing a T-shirt with an anti-war slogan on it, after being issued an invite to the speech. Because you're allowed to express your opinions in a free society, and we like democracy, just as long as you don't vote for Hamas in your democratically handled vote (or we'll cut your funding, you stupid people) and as long as you don't wear a T-shirt to the State of the Union speech, because T stands for Terrorist, and that rhymes with Osama, and you'd have to be some kind of angry, partisan, non-helping patriots kind of person to protest Mr. Bush's war, for which he outlined the plan, just this evening. Not well enough to wipe that look off of McCain's face, though, and sure as hell in highwaters not well enough to satisfy the Squidbag.
Wonder what the fuck kind of shirt it was? She seems too classy to wear half the stuff I would've. Anybody know? Or want to guess?
(Oh, come on. There have been less coherent entries.)