Tonight is the State of the Union Address. I'm sure it will probably interrupt whatever primetime TV show you normally like to watch. Today is also the end of Allan Greenspan's career and I'm sure we have a new soulless, indifferent, question dodger lined up to be in charge of making our economy sound awesome (Inflated real estate prices and interest-only loans are signs of strength, right?). Meanwhile, I'll be loading boxes with two sprained fingers alongside kids from the alternative high school.
It's just as well, as wathching the president speak is an equally laborious effort for me. But it would be nice to hear the story of the prosperity and success of the America he believes he has built. It always sounds like such a nice place. Then I remember that his words don't actually apply to the world around me and that he'll focus on topics like steroids, Mars and giving money back to his rich campaign contributors rather than our nation's hand in torturing people around the world, spying, meeting the health and retirement needs of the elderly and on and on and on. The State of the Union is STRONG for lying alcoholics. Oh yeah, and ladies... the supreme court will soon be interested in getting a hand in on what goes on in your uterus. Wake me when it's over.