The Joy of Being Two Years Old

My two-year-old daughter has a pretty good deal, if you ask me. My wife’s full time job is to take care of her, and she does a superb job of it.

That means young Gabriela has her own full time chauffeur, chef, personal assistant, wardrobe consultant, nutritionist, personal trainer, bodyguard, tutor, nurse, hair stylist, manicurist,
pedicurist, travel agent, social secretary, and a hundred other things that I can’t think of right now. Every day she is on some fabulous vacation with an extraordinary tour guide who handles everything seamlessly. Nice job, mami.

Want to stop Judge Roberts?

I have two really great suggestions for stopping Bush’s Supreme Court Nominee:

  1. Impeach Bush.
  2. If that doesn’t work, hire Karl Rove to set Roberts up with a thirteen-year-old boy! That is, if a public servant of Mr. Rove’s ethical stature and integrity can be persuaded to stoop so low, and if he moonlights. Hell, if he gets fired he won’t have to moonlight and can work on our project full time. How will we raise the money for Karl’s fee, you ask? Easy. Get those boys and girls on the job and have them send ten emails a day to their loyal base.