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Prepping for the SOTU

The old gas bag is gonna talk to us tonight. Officially it’s called the State of the Union address. Unofficially, I like to think of it as lies, lies, and more lies. Not that you’d get the impression that I’m bitter toward the prez or anything.

So, I haven’t completely decided yet whether I’ll tune in to the shindig tonight. His voice makes me retch. Still, it’s his last one and that’s worth a celebration in and of itself. I’ll probably tune in.

What I expect to hear:

The terrorists are bad.
They’re gonna kill us all.
The Democrats are evil.
Iraq is going great.
The surge worked.
Iran is evil.
Increased defense spending next year.
The underlying economy is solid.
His stimulus package is gonna be the best thing since sliced bread.

I’m sure he’ll surprise us with something else...pick a fantasy. I have decided not to throw anything at the television when he speaks. It’s too little and I’d break it. Not the teevee’s fault, anyway. I don’t know how long I’ll last before I have to shut it off in total disgust.

Posted on 01/28/08 at 03:03 PM
 




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