memento moroni

This is the last post I will ever type while Bush is occupying the White House. Even my fingers are giddy. He could not flee far enough from the nation to suit me if he took up residence upon an Antarctic peak with a case of screech and a portrait of Condi to keep him warm. The worst disaster visited upon modern America has done his worst. We're done, but don't stick a fork in us yet. Let's get on with the best in our nature instead of the small and odious. It's over. It's really over.