Sure, there’s a bloodbath purge going on in the Administration. From cabinet positions (“See ya, Colin! And thanks for nothin’!”) being populated with hardline Bush sycophants like Alberto “Torture’s Fine With Me, thanks!” Gonzales and Condoleezza “See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil, Lie me a River” Rice to the incidiously overt KGB-like politicalization of the previously and historically nonpartisan CIA. (By the way, all of America’s failures in the last four years? They weren’t the CIA’s fault, no matter what your political leaders / radio talk show hosts are selling you.)

While American Moderates/Undecideds had hoped for about two minutes that “we might all come together now”, I have a feeling that it won’t be long before even those ostriches will soon begin to see that Bush 43 v2.0 will do little but solidify his aptly-deserved legacy of “Worst President Ever”.

Which is just one reason to make sure he actually won this time.

In any case, my hope is that it won’t take a full four more years, incurring irreconcilable international damage to our country, or increase the already scandalously-under-reported body count and human carnage to record proportions before the American sheeple finally “get it” and demand better for themselves and their country which deserves so much more. But this morning, I’m not particularly optimistic.

In the meantime however, now that Condi’s moving to State and the position of NSA is therefore currently wide open, I’d just like to toss the idea out there that I’m available.

Don’t make me beg, people. You have my number. Just get it out of my FBI file.

I’ll be happy to speak with you any time.

Though I fully realize I’ll probably be overlooked yet again. Bastards.