What the Deuce?

Having grown tired of my blog's previous appearance and along with Kat's heathen exodus from Blogger, I hijacked a format similar to hers but with a different colour scheme.

Just read on Drudge that Cindy Sheehan had been rumoured to be considering a run for CA Senate. Excuse me while I fling myself from the White Cliffs of Dover IN FLAMES. Dear mother of GOD, are you bloody serious? That woman, with no decorum or decency, a US SENATOR FROM THE MOST POWERFUL STATE IN THE UNION?!?! Furthermore, had she actually run and won she would have displaced Dianne Feinstein, a moderate Democrat who's actually done a lot of good for the state.

Well, luckily it was just a rumour and Sheehan denied any intentions of running for office stating "If I thought that running for Senate would bring our young people home more quickly I would do it in a minute but I am not convinced that that would do so."

I won't pretend for one second that I actually care about Sheehan and what she has to say as much as some other people, but the THOUGHT that she was even considering a run for Senate agitates me extensively. Mostly because her popularity and ability to stretch 15 minutes of fame into 3 hours might well have won her the election.

I can just see the debates...

Moderator: And now, Senator Feinstein, will you please tell us how you plan to reduce gang recruitment within the public education system?
Feinstein: *Insert intelligent, relavent speech here*
Moderator: Mrs Sheehan, your response?
Sheehan: BRING OUR SONS HOME NOW!!!! Oh damn! I forgot to use the politically correct, non gender specific "children." Oh well. Hey...any chance I can meet Tony Blair? He's kind of hot.
Moderator: Uhhhhhh...ok...any comments on the current situation with the Danish consulates in the Middle East?
Sheehan: Wait...Danish? Those still exists?! I thought that Hitler like, you know, ate them all?
Moderator: Well...actually I'm referring to the Scandinavian country of Denmark, not the pastry called Danish. Furthermore, I can say with certain authority that Hitler, being dead, has not eaten every Danish ever baked. In the physical world we occupy, it's simply not possible.
Sheehan: Oh. Could you get me one then?

Maybe when we behead her, we can get her to say "Let the people have Danish!"

Seriously...that might just be about on par with "He forgot the great republic of Poland."

In completely unrelated news, I'm going to Europe this summer and next Spring I'll be studying in London!