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Canada's looking better and better

I threatened, after the last election, to pack up and move my family to Canada. I thought I might not be able to stomach another four years of Cowboy Dubya Dumbunny. Now, we're facing an even more uncertain future. Beware. Soon the government's eyes will be back in your bedroom, in your doctor's office, scanning your bank account and phone records and library card checkouts. Stay tuned for As the Court Turns...Over.

We dems thought, "Oh well, we can handle another four years. It's only four years, then we can get someone in office who will take care of us, someone who won't keep hiking our national debt, someone who won't deplete our social security funds, someone who knows how to read and write and speak like he passed the sixth grade."

Only four years.

But I'm not sure we can survive, now that Sandra O'Connor decided to retire from the U.S. Supreme Court. The voice of reason is leaving. And the chief justice, in poor health, is soon to follow. That means nothing but trouble...because Bush is certain to nominate ultraconservatives who will be in support of ripping away a woman's right to choose, deporting all those in the GLBT community (particularly the -gasp- married ones) to a deserted island like lepers, forcing children to pray to the one Christian god at the beginning of every school day, and...I cannot even allow myself to think of all the havok they could wreak.

People were so crazy-outraged about hanging chads and mudslinging politics in the past few elections. But no one seems to be out-of-their-heads angry and ready to protest about the mayhem to come. Maybe it's because people feel powerless to do anything about it. Bush is in, and he's ready to fight for what he wants. Hey, buddy. you gotta learn how to spell and pronounce jurisprudence first.

How did this man become so powerful? Boggles the mind. Hurts my head.

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