Overheard
One of the great things about public transportation is the conversations you catch bits of.
Person 1: "You know how Bush keeps going on about the 'war against terror'?"
Person 2: "Yeah."
Person 1: "And you know how he mispronounces 'terror' as 'terra'?"
Person 2: (pause) "Yeah, you're right, he does."
Person 1: "Isn't 'terra' Latin for 'earth'?"
Person 1, I salute you.
And now, the inaugural installment of
TBL's Unofficial, Ever-Growing List of Ways to Cope With Emperor Shrub's Reign
- spend most waking hours plugged into trusty mp3 player, blasting the Levellers
- when Shrub comes on TV, instantly salute with "the finger" (TBL uses both hands)
- watch Daily Show religiously
- learn words to Canadian national anthem
- read fiction
- knit for humanitarian organization (soothing and constructive)
- transfer savings to higher-interest account so eventual move to Canada can be accomplished by truck instead of hand-cart
- primal scream
Add yours in the comments!
6 rejoinders:
You can't move to Canada - we need to keep the sane ones.
Send Bush to Canada, that's what I say.
Canada's not nearly far enough. Do we know yet whether Alpha Centauri has any moons?
If it doesn't, there's always the vacuum of space.
In space, no one can hear you lie...
How about Mars?
Good God, libruls love baseball!
I considered leaving the country until after the next election (if we're allowed to have an honest one), but then I'd be a victim of our foreign policy.
For a while I would do shots every time he mispronounced a word, said something truly awe-inspiringly stupid, or used a stock catch-phrase. Like "culture of life", "spreading democracy", "being the president is hard work", etc.
But I had to stop; my liver and my bank account just couldn't keep up.
Go On, Spit It Out