1.9.03

Listening to George's Labor Day speech (theoretically an ode to America's workers, but in reality the same old tired lines about loving freedom and hating taxes almost as much as terrorists), it struck me that he's going to keep on and on like Sergeant Pepper on vinyl until someone forces him to change.

Whenever he turns up for a speech in the open air, he wears a large puffa jacket and looks much bigger than usual - presumably it's the bullet-proof vest beneath the jacket that makes the difference. What I find odd is that if he's so worried about being the target of a lone gunman, he makes no effort to protect his head.

Surely any self-respecting assassin would know that a bullet to the body can leave so much to chance, whereas a couple to the noggin - even in George's case - would put Dick Cheney in charge (maybe that's why no one's ever tried taking Junior out - although it says a lot about the VP's profile that I had to think really hard to remember his name).

Of course, I couldn't condone such a course of action. Even with someone as deeply unpleasant as POTUS, I can't bring myself to actively wish harm upon people. Not deadly force at any rate.

But if anyone else out there felt different, well it'd give us poor old journos something new to listen to...

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