Watching the President’s state of the union address the other day was an experience best described in 60’s lingo as "a bad trip." Suddenly, all of the horrific things that have happened over the past three years of this man’s presidency were replayed in front of me in a surreal fashion. Hanging chads…jet fuel fires…anthrax-o-grams…Patriot Acts…highway snipers…runaway spending…indiscriminate invasions…the boozy twins…Paul Wolfowitz’s bad haircut. The room spun and went dark. I "came to" several hours later in a cold sweat on my living room floor. After returning from my ride in Bush’s yellow submarine, I decided to clear my head...
