How Baby Poop Can Save the World
Mermaid Girl, in a pensive mood, weighs in on the election:
MG: I wish I could throw diapers at George Bush. Don't you wish that too?
Me, trying to model sweet reason: *deep sigh* I don't think so, bun.
MG: Why not?
Me: I don't know how that would help things. I don't think it would make him change his mind about the things that matter to me. He doesn't seem like a person who changes his mind very easily.
MG: Well, then, I wish I could throw lots of babies in poopy diapers at him.
Me: What would that do?
MG: He would be so busy with the babies that they'd have to get someone else to be President!
Me, determined, apparently, to be a party-pooper [all puns purely coincidental]: The only problem is, then the Vice President-- his helper-- would be in charge. And he's just as bad.
MG: Then we should throw poopy diaper babies at him and his helper, and they'd both be too busy with the babies, and someone else would be in charge of the country!
She might be onto something. What's not to like about the image of a distraught Bush and Cheney surrounded by an odiferous sea of crying babies?
I have to admit, it does my heart good just to think about it.
Thanks to RW, who contributed a few choice adjectives and actually told me to stop folding laundry so I could post this.