I love this characterization of dear leader (taken from this here site on the internets) wherein the writer ponders in great detail the 50 most loathsome people in America. Number 3 is you know Who.

Charges: Simply put, the stupidest man ever to lead this country. Bush’s lobotomized Will Rogers routine is a satirist’s dream, a European intellectual’s caricature of the dipshit cowboy American, all balls and no brains. Often responds to questions by attempting to define the word he finds the most challenging in them. Thinks press reports of his various crimes are responsible for his waning popularity, rather than the deeds themselves. Interprets the constitution like a Unitarian interprets the bible; for maximum convenience and with no regard to the actual text. Foreign policy vision is less serious and more simplistic than an issue of Captain America.

Damn, that’s some lovely writin’ there. (/jealousy) And, of course, some wickedly bad presidentin’ too. (Emphasis on wicked, yo)

So, while our country falls down upon its knees, I offer love and kindness to people spending an amazingly large sum of money on pet meds. If you think your prescription plan sucks, you ought to see the costs of arthritis meds for dogs. Yowza! But you know what? I’d get them in a heartbeat for my doggie, oh you betcha. So judge not lest ye be judged (for spending $5000 in specialized pet food since August), alright? Got it? Good.

Speaking of good writing, they be needing a good proofreader over at ye olde POE. We were stuffing some envelopes last night to assist in a big mailing when yours truly noticed they used the wrong version of effect (vs. affect) as in ” … this will take effect on February 1, 2006″. They had written ” … will take affect February 1, 2006″ GASP! The horror! And this was a mailing going out to all the docs who use the company. Now, you may argue that no one would notice but I say not true! I am quite sure I am not alone in this quest for correct word usage. Just ask Duty. I make his life a living grammar hell every single day. I think GOL and I ought to just go off somewhere and live our little geeky life. Twinnie can come too since she’s as anal about it as we are (and she’s equally happy in bookstores).

BTW, this job? Piece of cake. No kidding. I am fine calling people all damn day reminding them of their meds rather than spend one hour at FPOE taking calls from mean people who are calling just to give you shit about their 1 cent shortage on the monthly statement. F that! I don’t even overly mind the 12-9 shift. I have lots of time in the am to fart around. If I get up at 7, that’s a good 4 hours of surfing and whatnot. So far, so good.