100 Hours

One hundred hours. That is all that is left in the misbegotten reign of Still-President Bush.

100 hours until we can begin trying to recover our national sense of pride.

100 hours until we can revert to being a nation of laws, not of men.

100 hours until we can go back to being a nation governed not by expediency, but by a written Constitution.

100 hours until we have a president who has the ability to speak English fluently.

100 hours until we have a president who understands that the language spoken in the nation adjoining Texas is not "Mexican."

After eight years of incompetence and arrogance interwoven with stupidity, we have only one hundred hours left until this fool can be packed onto SAM 28000 and flown back to Texas. (It'd be more fitting of he had to ride in the back of a clapped-out C-130, but traditions must be observed.)

100 hours.