heh.

James Wolcott: Empty Volcano

i remember a letter i wrote to the NYT when the 2000 election was about to wrap up. i said that we get what we vote for and in this contest, the american citizen is like a drunk cheerleader about to get date raped in the back of a blue pick up truck under the bleachers by a snarling grinning fraternity boy called bush.

it's no wonder they didn't publish the letter. but it seems i'm not the only who sees the veneer of amicability about to slip.