Monday, January 19, 2004
This is one of those days when I'd like to wish my career as a writer on my worst enemy. I think I've actually developed a nervous tick in my right eye.
So, I won't frelling think about it. Not today. I'll do like Scarlet O'Hara did (and you won't see me say that very often).
I will comment, belatedly, on George W. Bush's attempt to court the black vote by crashing Thursday's Atlanta observance of Martin Luther King Jr.'s 75th birthday. And on his recent proposals to scrap the space shuttle and replace it with a moonbase and a manned mission to Mars.
It's not bad enough that our president is a facist and an idiot, he doesn't even have the good sense to know when and where he isn't wanted.
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