Well I'll tell you fine folks what *I* think will happen to Cindy Sheehan, when she finally realizes that she has arrived at Minute 16 (after using up her 15 minutes), and that nobody is going to pay her any more attention, when the IRS just treats her like any non-filer, and the cameras and microphones have moved on to more current events, she will decide that only by taking her own life, will she draw the world's attention to her cause, and I predict that she will show up either outside of the Crawford Ranch of President Bush, or perhaps at the White House gate (if she can manage it), and she will proceed to pour gasoline all over herself and then light the match, in a nostalgic emulation of the immolation that a handful of Buddhist Vietnamese monks engaged in, way back in old Saigon, and like those monks learned (albeit too late), it won't make a tinker's damn worth of difference.
Hey Cindy? Can we call you CINDERrella?
