Ice, Ice, and Ice



On the ground, yes. Howard Dean seems to be going into meltdown, however.



Today's Daily News printed a photo of an ape roaring, and I have to say the resemblance is quite startling. This is classic hubris at work. And that doormat mouse he's got for a wife! Sheesh....I'd hide behind my work if I were her, too. I haven't trusted Dean since I laid eyes on him in the Spring of '03, and now I feel perfectly vindicated. I know I'm one of the few women who's completely behind Clark, but I still believe he's got the integrity to run this country. And Kerry just looks like one of the tree-people from Lord of the Rings. (Go look, I'm not kidding.)



I couldn't bear to watch Bush's State of the Union address last night, it's hot enough in my apartment with three radiators. I didn't need to hurl myself out of the window into a pile of snow from his "we must not falter" b.s. just to cool down. He and his rich friend agenda makes my blood boil. And just what in the hell is the middle class supposed to do? Sit and take this? You're a spolied kiss-ass, Georgie, and you're gonna pay for it this November. Both Bush and Bloombucks need their heads knocked together--NOW.



Well, it's only January. This might very well turn into a three-way race. There is no clear winner yet, but if Dean gets it? Bush will be president again. And that is scarier than anything I've ever known.



Now to confirm with V. this weekend. Maybe I'll see Kerry....er, the tree-people in this installment of "Rings." Viggo Mortensen--oh, delicioso! And my hair---I look like Frampton and Stevie Nicks had a daughter. Yikes. Definitely time for a trim. RD, get a cut, too. We can sit and compare when you pop by next week.