Get ready for more Bushisms

Don’t forget to watch the State of the Union address Tuesday night around 8 pm Chicago time. The word on the street is that the president’s speech to congress is going to be upbeat and positive. It makes me wonder what country George thinks he’s the president of. How could a speech called “The State of the Union” be positive right now? If you haven’t noticed we are at war in Iraq, rebuilding in Afghanistan and getting close to a war with Iran. At home we just learned the gap between the rich and the poor is growing at a record pace, gas prices shot up another 25 cents today, and the gulf cost still looks like it did the day after the hurricane. I had to search long and hard to find what could be positive and upbeat about this speech, but I think I found why Mr. Bush is going to be so upbeat tonight. OIL PROFITS ARE IN!!!!! Yes, just today Exxon Mobile announced a profit of……(drum roll) ….. $10.71 billion. Think about it, a $10.71 billion profit in the fourth quarter of 2005, that’s the biggest 3 month profit ever, beating the old record Exxon Mobile set last quarter. MY question is why are gas prices shooting up? I know oil prices are high, but if a company is making a 10 million dollar profit over 3 months they need to give some of that money back to consumers by cutting prices. I think we should ease the minimum gas price laws to encourage more competition between oil companies. Tuesday’s speech is going to be boring, predictable, and jam packed with bullshit, but its important everyone keeps on eye on it. If you don’t know what Bush is saying you can’t toss it back in his face.


Pearl Jam-Bu$hleaguer

How does he do it? How do they do it? Uncanny and immutable.
This is such a happening tailpipe of a party.
Like sugar, the guests are so refined.

A confidence man but why so beleagued?
He's not a leader he's a Texas leaguer.
Swinging for the fence. Got lucky with a strike.
Drilling for fear makes the job simple.
Born on third. Thinks he got a triple.

Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
Blackout weaves its way.

I remember when you sang that song about today.
Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed.

A think tank of aloof multiplication.
A nicotine wish and a columbus decanter.
Retrenchment and hoggishness.
The aristocrat choir sings, "What's the ruckus?"
The haves have not a clue.
The immenseness of suffering.
And the odd negotiation. A rarity.
With onionskin plausibility of life.
And a keyboard reaffirmation.

Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
Blackout weaves its way through the cities.
Blackout weaves its way.

I remember when you sang that song about today.
Now it's tomorrow and everything has changed.