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I can't deal

I'm not quite sure how I will get through tomorrow. Many others feel the same way. So the following is a list of lovely liberal tasks to do as an alternative to watching the horror that is Dubya's second inauguration. (At least it will be his last.)

1. Plant a tree.
2. Join the Sierra Club.
3. Enjoy an alcoholic beverage. Or two.
4. Watch Fahrenheit 9-11.
5. Invite Michael Moore over to watch.
6. Read. Anything.
7. Donate to the Democratic Party.
8. Denounce the war.
9. Start a countdown calendar to 2008.
10. Have some hedonistic sex.
11. Visit Canada.
12. Speak French.
13. Give peace a chance.
14. Speak with absolutely no hint of a drawl.
15. Read Bill Clinton's book.
16. Write a letter to a legislator.
17. Participate in a spelling bee.
18. Volunteer for President Carter's Habitat for Humanity.
19. Praise stem-cell researchers.
20. Vacation in a blue state.
21. Celebrate women's choice today.
22. Be tolerant.
23. Listen to Air America Radio.
24. Buy a "Don't blame me, I didn't vote for him" t-shirt.
25. Watch reruns of The West Wing.
26. Avoid committing human rights violations.
27. Hug a friend who's still out of work.
28. Be honest.
29. Try to figure out the difference between code yellow and code orange.
30. Lean to the left.
31. Sing along to the Dixie Chicks.
32. Put a few extra dollars in savings...you'll need it at retirement.
33. Apologize to any non-Americans you know.
34. Brush up on the rules for impeachment.
35. Buy a "The President Quayle we never had" bumper sticker.
36. Say "nu-clee-ar" over and over and over...
37. Attend a MENSA meeting.
38. Take your "alternative lifestyle" friends out for lunch.
39. Give a hoot, don't pollute.
40. Remember the good ol' days with Monica Lewinsky.
41. Buy the twins a couple rounds of margaritas.
42. Cry. You're entitled.
43. Sleep until tomorrow.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Wow. I hope you're much better now. That's kind of an extreme reaction to something with so little ultimate meaning.

No matter how great (or ungreat) you are, ultimately, NOTHING you do can change the fate of the universe (but everything you do will bring the universe closer to it's fate :).

Hamlet himself, the author of Shakspeare (the box office hit) once said, 'Ya know, Caesar himself could be this brick in my wall...' (well something like that; I don't remember the exact wording).

Whether the universe decides to collapse into a spec of ultra extremely gigantically ludicrously dense material, or spill out over the voids until the last solid body (and brain) evaporates into nothingness, you will be able to do exactly nothing, no matter how great a president we have.

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