I did not blog yesterday because I was hungover and then had an unexpected call to work in the afternoon. So that was my day, I was asleep by eight last night.
So I will add my official two cents to this political ballyhoo: wOOt!
Finally the guy I voted for won and I didn't feel like my vote was trash. Hence, the hangover. Okay THAT was because I drank wine all night while watching the results roll in and then we broke open the champagne when McCain gave his eloquent speech. It was so well written, I wonder how long his speech writers had been working on that?
I mean, seriously, every campaign must have "that guy" who is hired just to write the "just in case I have to concede" speech. I wonder if they seclude him from the others just so he doesn't bring them down.
And of course, as I spent some time on the couch yesterday morning I thought about how would I run a campaign and what I would do if I were Supreme Ruler, ahh.., I mean President.
Yes, President. If the Republicans think they're getting a socialist now...(Oh, you ought to hear the crap down here. whine, whine, beach, and moan...)
I wouldn't want to be the stinking Vice President. What do they get to do all day? Well they do have nice diggs over at the Observatory and a nice office in the Old Executive Office Building. There's a lot more room at the Observatory and nobody ever chains themselves or stands outside their gates chanting mean things. You get helicopter rides. You get police escorts (even with an ambulance escort like Cheney). I think they get paid well. They definitely get to party a lot.
Hmmm, maybe I should be Vice President instead. It would certainly be less stressful than being Numero Uno. Okay. So Vote Christine for Vice President.
I will go to the fancy parties for you, I will be bored for you when a foreign dignitary tries to tell a funny story, I will make darn sure the President does not get impeached (because I want to be VICE president, not President, geesh).
Oh, oh, maybe I should be the one who gets into trouble instead of the President. Yes, I will deflect all of the negative media from Number One by causing it myself. Yes. I will throw a great number of parties, go to to other countries when they have parties. I will throw eggs at the Russian Dictator What's His Nuts, Vladimir Putin - how many jokes can you get with Putin? Tootin Putin? What else?
Shoot, I will make myself Vice President for Life not Supreme Ruler for Life. He totally did it wrong.
Well, I'm off to Ikea. Land of frozen meatballs and jars of ligonberries. Mm-mmm. Oh, wait maybe I should brush my teeth, have some coffee first -- wow, 12 hours of sleep sure makes a 35 year old girl feel like she can rule the world.
Hey, don't forget that the VP can go to an undisclosed bunker/location any old time they want. And...they get to shoot people in the face. Not that you would ever do that, but the option is there should the need arise. I am pretty sure that as VP, you need to go into the job with a short list of people who need their faces shot off.
Posted by: Michelle | November 06, 2008 at 04:28 PM