Need more sleep

After an annoying delay that was never explained I got back from Minnesota

around eleven yesterday. When I got back to the apartment I crashed only to wake over three hours later. It was glorious. Regardless, the weekend went as such… My flight into Minnesota went by quickly as I leaned against the window on the right side of the plane. Near what should have been the end of the flight the pilot chimes in through the speaker to explain that our flight will be delayed because Air Force One arrived at the airport early. A grown lingered in the cabin for a while before a few passengers gave those who objected nasty looks. Those Texans love their president, after all. We circled around Northern Wisconsin for a while with the pilot popping on from time to time to tell us that he had planned to leave slightly early to try to beat the president’s plane, as many other planes had done, only to be foiled because of his impatience to land for another of his patented “Town Hall Meetings” for his followers. The more I hear about these meetings, by the way, the more I realize that he is beginning to put on a sermon everywhere he goes. As if he has created the church of George W. Bush to allow for those who have the same religious beliefs and love America to bask in his “leadership” and glow. It’s becoming a nearly sacrilegious experience. Droves of people sitting in fold-up chairs, watching him pander to those who already agree with him and will go along with anything he says instead of attempting to change the minds of those who disagree. It’s a truly confusing way to doing things.

Anyway, we circle around for about a half hour as if combing the farm land of

Northern Wisconsin for terror cells or extremists who disagree with the Bush doctrine. The cabin became increasingly annoyed. Soon there after the pilot’s voice appeared more chipper over the speakers, telling us that we had been cleared for landing. He finished his announcement amongst cheers for the passengers by saying that we were allowed to land by our “wonderful and all knowing president.” It was truly amusing that so many of those Bush supporters were cheering while the pilot covertly slipped in that last comment.

Smooth landing later we were alerted that we would be given the good

graces of seeing Air Force One to our right as we waited for a place to taxi in a line of about six other planes. The double-decker plane was saluted by the passengers of our plane with single fingers and we accelerated into our station and all tapped our figures, begrudging comments under our breaths, waiting to remove ourselves from the plane. It was an…entertaining waste of time. Thanks Mr. President!

More later…