1/21/01

Yes, it's me. It really is.

Anne's Journal of Minutiae

Sunday
January 21, 2001

Day One: The Aftermath.

First things, first: Let me thank the Inaugural Day protesters. If you were one of them, I want to thank you from the very deepest part of my own widdle heart. I was with you in spirit and thought on January 20, 2001 when His Fraudulency GW Bush was...ugh...anointed...ugh... Thank you for braving torrential rain (gee, was that an epiphany? God trying to tell us something?) and unctuous, gloating Republicans. No matter where I went on Saturday, I heard Bush-grumblings. Yes, in line at the cinema and in line at Souplantation, people were not happy about what had just happened that fateful afternoon. It warmed my heart to know that even in the deepest of Republican territories (San Diego, sadly), there are sounds of Democrat-angst. They will not forget. I will not forget.

Amen.

(First photo courtesy of George W. Bushwackers.com.)

The Great Dictator? Or the Dumb Puppet of the shadow-dictators? You decide.
Yes, even in America, it's possible for anyone to become President. Even if you happen to be a cocaine-snorting, twice-convicted felon who managed to have your records "cleaned" so that those pesky DUI convictions wouldn't show up. And yes, if you have a daddy who was once the Director of the CIA -- and who knows all the tricks (wink, wink) of subterfuge -- you, too can become President. And, lastly, it is possible to become President if you've got family members in influential places (oh, like governor of a state with 25 electoral votes) and you've promised certain Supreme Court Justices that their family members will be put in high-paying cabinet positions in exchange for votes which would install you in that highest of offices.

What a country!

And so a new era of fascism begins...Stay tuned.