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Tuesday, December 20, 2005
You Can't Turn Your Back for a Minute, Part XXXViii(3)
I apologize once again for histrionic depression, etc., but the Solstice is near. I can feel the New Sun beginning to check its watch and thinking of warming my bones. Oh. Sorry. I spilled my coffee.

So where were we before all my sales and anxiety attacks got in the way? Not keeping an eye on Bush, clearly. Just hearing about Bush personally ordering the spying on Americans is bad enough. We realize it's just one more play acting bit for him -- the guise of James Bond's M., the spy's spymaster. It is ludicrous, as well, since as anyone who watches Law and Order knows, warrants can be had within minutes if needed. Not to mention, the Patriot Act has trampled through many of our rights already, and retroactive warrants have been allowed for years and are granted in 99.999 percent of all cases.

But now we find out that he imperially summoned the publisher and editor of the New York Times to the Oval Office and ordered them not to publish the story of the secret wiretapping.
No, Bush was desperate to keep the Times from running this important story—which the paper had already inexplicably held for a year—because he knew that it would reveal him as a law-breaker.
Are we one step closer to President Pelosi? Oh, please, say yes. This is my scenario for making it so: Democrats regain Congress, Pelosi becomes Speaker. Bush is impeached and removed from office causing Cheney to have an apoplectic heart attack (no, it doesn't kill him. I'm not that nice), whisking Nancy into office. It could happen. Please, say yes. I play out the details in my mind quite regularly, with only slightly different scenarios. In some, Jan Schakowsky steps into the Oval Office instead. Am still toying with various players for the role of Vice. Any suggestions?

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