Bad things happen when I watch things related to politics. I suddenly have this urge to wretch compounded with an inexplicable feeling that I need to bathe. So, of course, between watching the Twins knock off the Yankees at home (whee!) and after watching my boys throw down and show the Dodgers why 105 wins deserves respect (sock it to me, sock it to me...) I waded through portions of the Vice-Presidential debate. Now Edwards just seems like that brown nosing kid who sat right behind you in elementary school who, for every questions, would raise his hand, holding it up with his other arm making little "ooo-ooo me, me!" noises. I know he's running with John Kerry, but it feels like that what John Edwards would really like is a little time in an isolated cabin so he and John Kerry could just cuddle and talk about their feelings.

On the other hand it's clear Dick Cheney really doesn't need George Bush and looks at him more like a partner than the #1 guy. But something struck me the more I watched (it was like a car accident, I couldn't stop watching for fear I'd miss some decapitated limbs or gray matter spattered about...) was the Cheney reminded me of someone. The more I watched, the more I felt like it was eerily familiar, and then it struck me: Dick Cheney is Mr. Potter from "It's a Wonderful Life."

As if I needed any other reason to dislike this entire election process, one of the VP's is the guy who tried to screw Jimmy Stewart--JIMMY STEWART!--out of his father's savings and loan. Who would want to hurt ol Jimmy or the good folks of Bedford Falls? I mean, I know Uncle Billy has his problems with the bottle, but c'mon.

Started and finished (!?!) a new song. Not sure if it'll make the album yet, but I'll keep ya posted...

-Joe