I Don't Think So

Bush? Four more years? I don't think so. As a matter of fact, at work I occasionally have poor misguided souls call in wanting the number for their local Republican headquarters. You just don't know how hard it is for me not to send them the number for the local psychiatric hospital, or a home for the mentally challenged. It is so tempting. It would be so easy. But then I think of the wonderful medical benefits I have now, and how nice it is to have paid vacation days and all the other perks of having a union job. Go Unions! (By the way, the Communication Workers of America are strong Kerry supporters, so stick that in your pipe and smoke it, Mom.) Then I sigh, roll my eyes, and give them their number. I'm just glad the election is coming up soon and I won't be tortured like this for very long.