My Bush presidency countdown widget tells me there are 107 days, 19 hours, 25 minutes and 45 seconds until W is out of office, minus the seconds it takes me to type this. It cannot come soon enough. We should have ejected this administration like a toxic furball back in the Enron days. Probably sooner.
In a store window on Haight Street I saw a black t-shirt with small pictures of the heads of Bush, Condi and Cheney and the words "Goodbye Fuckers" next to them. This and the sunset and the big legs dangling out of a window and the fluffy pink bicycle parked by the curb were a big scoop of reason-to-live.
