Welcome to Bush-land. Please try to enjoy the next four years, while you ponder what exactly the GNP numbers will be based upon, considering that there are so few products produced in this country for export. What DO we make, exactly? Hell, we've started outsourcing the data entry for our tax returns to friggin' INDIA... and let's not even talk about the phone banks for tech support for our computer software and hardware producers. It doesn't matter. Oil prices will go up, car mpg's will NOT go up, SUV's will continue to be the model of choice until there is no more oil, until Alaska's drilled dry... Minimum wage will probably not go up, more people will go without insurance, drug and medical costs will continue to skyrocket, and those of us squarely in the middle class will continue to be bled dry to pay for the "war" in Iraq and the "war" on terrorism. Osama bin Laden will continue to thumb his nose at us, and will never be caught. Four years from now Social Security benefits will no doubt be teetering on the brink of extinction, and folks like my mother who worked to pay in most of her life will be left without a safety net other than falling back on family. Four years from now mathematicians will have to invent a new word to describe the national debt. Four years from now, unless he keels over in the interim, we'll have to face the specter of Dick Cheney running for president, and because the Democratic party is apparently a glutton for punishment, odds are good he'll be running against one or both of the Clintons. If you'll excuse me, I have to go throw up now... then maybe I'll see if I can't con a doctor into prescribing Zoloft or Prozac. Better living through chemicals, I always say.

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Anonymous said…
I wouldn't worry too much about Cheney running in '08. The combination of his health problems and lack of a charismatic personality practically ensures that. I'd be more worried about Jeb Bush throwing in his hat and extending the Bush dynasty through '16.

In case you're wondering who I am, I found this post through a link posted by your son's girlfriend in her LiveJournal.
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