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I quit!

In reality, I didn't. Not yet, but I sat down at my desk this morning and immediately stared off at the wall to the right for god knows how long. I could see myself ceremoniously shutting down my gchat and heading out the front door to high fives from all the other chronnies. People would be crying tears of joy and jealousy. One of the mainstay old bums at the corner would wail out, "run for it travers! run home and don't stop till you get there!"

The bells in all the churches would ring as I jog down Mission St, waving at passersby as they wave back with commendations and cheers. Strangers would shake my hand (the good kind with one hand on the forearm) and confetti would fall through the glorious sunshine. Golden retriever puppies will run along side me with job offers in golden satchels on their backs.

Yea, it'll go something like that.

“Why did I sign on to this proposal if I don’t understand what it does?”

Understanding how clueless, reckless and raped the presidency was under Bush would be enough to make me angry even if a deaf, orphaned amputee with a lazy eye managed to win office. I can't feel sorry for him, but I've come to personally feel an almost distinguishable tinge of something other than astonished animosity as I read the accounts of how the puppeteers absolutely had their way with him in fucking over the country for their gain. In some cases he seems truly helpless and unaware of how much unbelievable damage he allowed. It of course doesn't make him less culpable, just more bizarre and horrifying that this guy was seemingly all at once the most powerful man in the world while being used like the greasy-faced weakling in junior high who's forced to do the assertive kid's homework. Oh, and hand over his $700 billion in lunch money.

There's a good 15-minute read in an excerpt from one of Bush's speech writers in the final years. Read it with a shot of whiskey on the ready.

Ah, perspective

"Betty Lou Oliver was the elevator operator for the Empire State Building in the 1940's. She was working her last day on the job on the 80th story of the building on July 28, 1945. What Betty did not know was that a man named Colonel Smith was flying through heavy fog over New York in a B-25 and was heading straight for the building. The plane would crash into the 79th floor of the building. Betty was thrown from her post and badly burned in the accident though she survived while 14 others did not.
When rescuers got to her they decided to lower her via the elevators what the rescuers did not know is that the cables had been weakened to breaking point. Once the elevator doors closed the cables snapped and she plummeted 79 stories. Betty survived but again had to be rescued. She was later treated at the hospital for serious injuries."