GMO's, more fuel for the fire

As if the debate wasn't contentious enough, the friggin'
Vatican had to butt in.

My little fantasy world...

Next November, if all goes well and Dubya is evicted from his residence at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, I would love to show up with a UHaul truck and several friends. In my dream world, I send word via the Secret Service that my buddies and I are there to help him move.

"No seriously. We know what a hassle it can be to pack up like that, so we're gonna pitch in. The way we figure, the place came furnished so there's only like, their clothes and toiletries to box up. We can get you guys back in Texas in 4 days, no problem. Do you have a place out there yet? 'Cause if not, my cousin has this U-Store-It facility outside of Dallas. He'll cut you a deal if you want to store your stuff until you get settled.

We called Domino's and ordered a bunch of pizzas for everybody. We charged them to you, hope you don't mind. And in honor of Texas, we brought a case of Lone Star beer! This'll be done in no time!"