Last night I dreamed that I was having dinner with Sarah Palin, Al Gore, and Hillary Clinton. No joke. We were discussing how they each planned to run for President in 2012.
"Guys," I reasoned with them, "This is a very bad idea."
"But I could be a really good President," Gore argued.
"Yeah, I just need the chance to prove myself," said Hillary.
Palin chimed in, "And how will we ever know if we don't put it in the hands of the voters?"
"The voters have already made their decision!" I exclaimed. "If they wanted you, you would be President now!" The three prospective candidates nodded their heads sadly, disappointed but impressed with my logic.
I woke up feeling quite wise.
(Tonight I hope to dispense career advice to Keanu Reeves, Vince Young, and the writers for Glee.)
2 comments:
Speaking of Glee, last night I had a dream that I was a member of Glee. We got disqualified because Finn wore a wig to sectionals.
This dream was likely the result of talking politics over chili casserole. I wonder what you would have to eat to have Keanu et al show up?
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