Drive Time

This morning I once again put my life into the hands of thousands of distracted, knuckleheads more interested in answering their cell phone than making sure I returned to the sweet bosom of my family. JHC! Could they be more careless? Some years ago I questioned the utility of the death penalty. After driving on the streets of Albuquerque its utility is as apparent as the stunned look on the Former Cheerleaders face when he is asked a question that won't allow him to say we are Winning and should only drawn down our troop strength as the situation on the ground stabilizes. At this rate rate Paris Hilton will be a shriveled up old prune, and Britney Spears will be required by Federal Law to wear undergarments whenever in public. Four and a half years into a War with a Third World country and this dummy has not yet figured out how to extricate us from this nonsensical War. JHC! Papa Bush might want to get at least a partial refund on that tuition he sent to Yale for his half bright son.

But, alas, the roads in Albuquerque are dangerous. But its far better than driving in Baghdad. Sawadee.