My Perfect Morning:
While driving to work, I attempt to tune in the local NPR station to scan the official propaganda arm of the democrat party. For some reason I get nothing but dead air. I shrug and tune in one of the local classic rock stations. They are having a Pink Floyd/Led Zeppelin marathon.
Some time around 9:30 am, a co-worker comes in and informs me there has been a horrendous earthquake in Californicate, and it has just sunk into the Pacific Ocean.
At about 11 AM, I read the following headline on FreeRepublic while I'm sitting on a really boring conference call: Meteor Hits Washington DC.
The story continues...
A meteor estimated to be approximately 200 yeards across impacted with the Capital building apparently at ground zero. Everything within a 10 mile radious has been completely vaporized. The meteorite apparently contained a high proportion of natural radioactive isotopes, and it would seem the area is uninhabitable for the next 5000 years.
The entire executive, legislative, and judicial branches vanished in the fireball generated by the impact. National day of celebration is declared spontaneously across the nation.
I can dream can't I?