October 12th, 2005



New Rule: George Bush must meet some new people.

You know, when Americans see their president giving every job to the same old cronies, they use words like “loyal to a fault” and “stubborn” and “close-minded,” “lives in a bubble,” “sock-puppet,” “asshole.” “Worst president ever.” But they're missing the point. The problem isn't his political philosophy – “kill people and animals and take their gas” – the problem is he has to expand his circle of friends beyond his mom, Karen Hughes and the House of Saud. Which is why before George Bush makes another political appointment, he has to join Friendster.

This week, President Bush had to nominate a Supreme Court judge, and he picked the most qualified person within 30 feet of his office. Her qualifications: well, she is a lawyer and former commissioner of the Texas State Lottery. And she's seen every episode of “Judging Amy.” Abortion, affirmative action, separation of church and state. Yeah, let's ask the lady who peddled scratch tickets to liquor stores.

Does he just go with the first person he sees? I wouldn't be surprised if Laura was his sister. Now, of course – I keep checking with him – of course, George Bush isn't the first politician to hand out graft gigs to his pals, but he doesn't seem to understand that that's what the bullshit jobs are for: ambassador to the Bahamas. The Recycling Czar. Head of the CIA. But George Bush puts stooges where they can do real damage: Director of FEMA? That guy from the horsie show is available. U.N. Ambassador? Dick Cheney knows a guy with a mustache and anger issues.

Supreme Court justice? Lady down the hall. Labor Secretary? The guy who helped me move that hooker's body at Yale could probably do it. You know – you know, Mr. President, when you got elected, we all figured you were no genius, but smart enough to hire qualified people. But it turns out you're just a dimwit who enjoys feeling superior. And the only way to accomplish that is to surround yourself with the likes of Mike Brown and Harriet Miers: Goober and Aunt Bea. Unspectacular souls who make you feel comfortable and unthreatened. Kind of like when Madonna used to hang out with Rosie O'Donnell.

Well, I hate to burst your bubble. But real friends are the ones who tell you the truth. They're also the ones who work hard so as not to embarrass you. These people who work for you aren't behaving like friends. They're behaving far worse. They're behaving…like family.

Yes, it's almost enough to make you miss the old pre-“honor and integrity” days.

Because at least when Clinton talked about tapping the woman down the hall, he was just having sex with her.

From Real Time with Bill Maher on 10/07/05
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Radioactive Me?

Tomorrow I am going for radioactive iodine treatment for my hyperthyroidism. I have been doing some research tonight and read some suggestions for what to do after I am treated:

"For the first 5 days after your treatment:

Drink plenty of fluids, such as water or juices, to help you urinate more frequently.
Avoid prolonged physical contact, particularly with children and pregnant women.
Do not sit next to someone in a motor vehicle for more than one hour.
Avoid kissing or sexual intercourse.
Sleep in a separate room.
Use separate towels, face cloths, and sheets. Wash these and your personal clothing separately for 1 week.

To further reduce the chance of exposing other people to radioactivity:

Wash your hands with soap and plenty of water each time you use the toilet.
Keep the toilet very clean. Men should urinate sitting down to avoid splashing. Also, flush the toilet two or three times after each use.
Rinse the bathroom sink and tub thoroughly after using them.
Use separate (or disposable) eating utensils for the first few days and wash them separately."

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