I'm inventorying boxes of journals again all this week. Limited time to post. Fire burning hot, bad.

News for today, a woman, Cindy Sheehan, whose son was killed in Iraq wants to talk to the president again. She spoke with him in June and he made light of the situation, nearly mocking the fact that her son passed away. So, she wasn't too happy with that, so last week she went down to Crawford, Texas to confront the president. The only problem is, he will have no part in this conversation. He ignored her persistence at camping out in front of the ranch by never sending any kind of word to her at all, so he's gong to have her jailed. Man of the people, in deed.

I have this mental image of Bush sitting his ranch counting huge piles of oil money like Mr. Burns or Scrudge McDuck. You like that Duck Tales reference. Yeah, I watched that when I was a kid, I was lame.

P.S. - Like an ex-boyfriend who's looking for some, Bush slightly gives a damn...slightly...if at all.