I'm retaining too much water to look good on the beach this weekend. Work was hell because the printer was on the fritz and my computer crashed five times. And I have to come home to the official castration of the Democratic party by a man with a 30% approval rating? The saddest part is, the Rethugs didn't do it to them--the Dems did it to THEMSELVES. And worst of all, they haven't had squat to say about it.
So what do we have to look forward to now? Votes no confidence when impeachment should be on the table? An immigration bill that contradicts itself? A draft? This fall, when Bush declares victory in Iraq because the embassy and military bases will be finished and the
oil privatization bill gets passed? (THAT'S the reason why Cheney personally asked their parliament not to take a two-month vacation, you know.) Or next fall, when we'll be lucky if the mainstream media is even BOTHERING to cover the Dem presidential candidates?
Thank goodness my birthday has only half an hour to go. I haven't felt like this since November 2000 (by 2004 I'd wised up enough to realize that Kerry
might not win). I'm so pissed I forgot the Daily show was on.
:(
rocknation