the war on w

ok, so i'm not the most overtly political person. that's kind of an understatement. but i do vote when given the opportunity, and i'm just a little more informed than, say, the average kindergartner. but that's only because i make myself listen to morning edition from 7.40 to 8.15 every morning while i get ready. and that's only because i'm usually too hungover, er, i mean tired to handle music.

as i was shaving this morning, though, listening to renee montagne (god knows how you spell that woman's name) talk about george w., my blood started to boil (to quote my new fiona album, to which i'm listening obsessively): apparently our dear president is going to make a big, important speech about "the war on terror" this afternoon. the war on terror?? who is HE KIDDING!? he has zero support for this war; every day it seems like there's a new report about this horrendous quagmire in iraq. that's right, i said quagmire.

here's his thinking (to be read in an exaggerated, cloying hick texan accent): well, hmm, so my approval rating is at an all time low. FEMA is clearly fucked. what on earth can i do to divert attention away from our horrific (as if w would use such a big word) fuckup in the gulf? that's it--THE WAR ON TERROR! we'll just remind the people how great my "bullhorn" moment after 911 was.

BLURGH! ok, back to fiona.