Today was an extremely busy day for me. Of course there was my usual case load and the back and forth of my daily grind. Then I found out that the frat boy was getting a colonoscopy tomorrow, and since he was going to be under anesthesia for a few hours, he would be transferring the power of the Presidency to Vice President Dick Cheney.....so anyway, this is when my day got really busy. I immediately started checking air fares down to my native Jamaica on the Internet to see if I could at least spend the weekend on the rock. The fact that I am writing this post from my crib in the cradle of liberty, also known as Killadelphia, should tell you that I couldn't quite get a flight--too small of a lead time and too expensive. So as much as it pains me, I decided it wasn't worth it.
So sadly folks, like most of you, I will be in America tomorrow when dead eye Dick takes over. Of course it won't be the first time. Cheney was President for two hours back in 2002 as well. Only the second time in our history that the little known Presidential Disability Clause was invoked. (Memo to people who think that the frat boy is dumb; he is not. Why do you think he keeps giving power to Cheney every time he has a bad cough? It's to let us know what could happen if he something happens to him. Now that's genius in my book)
So I am bracing for tomorrow, and I don't mind telling you folks that I am scared. Just think, Cheney could invoke some type of Martial Law and start rounding up all dissenters. He could give Scooter a full pardon, he could invade Iran, hell, he might even cancel all "Saved By The Bell" reruns for crying out loud! No more Lark Voorhies? How could the republic survive?
Seriously folks, I don't know how well I will sleep tonight. Just knowing that the man with the dark heart will have access to that little red telephone which can trigger Armageddon for even a few hours, gives me the creeps. I never thought I would say this; but frat boy please get well soon!
