Ship enough jobs to Mexico so that Americans have to make a run for the border just to find employment.

Period.

Google on leave the country if bush is elected (see also if bush wins)

"Great fortune is coming your way." I feel like a red can of coke; come dance with me.

Screw the Luddites. Untempered technology x Capitalism is clearly our Savior.

I am Jonah in a whale.
I am Job under a veil.
I am the Lizard King and I can do anything.
I've got great ankles and I know that I'm right.
I've got an ego and therefore I'm right.
I think, therefore I'm right.
Shit, I'm TS Elliot or maybe even TQ Elliot.
I dance around the prickly pear in my underwear just for fun.
And that's the way we all are.
It's evolution turning back on itself.

Bush in a word is arrogance. Christ in a word is humility. Of course, modern and mere Christianity is rolling the clock back to the doctrine of the Old Testament. That's fine with me, not that it makes me happy, but my insignificance isn't going to change the world more than the local inconvenience I create when I fart. The plebeian, like me, will be thrown out as salt without flavor, salt without function. No, the doctrine now is not turn the other cheek, it's fight fire with fire. That's fine too, I'm not a good person, I don't solve problems; I find fault. Mr. Bush, as you lead, so will your followers. As you blatantly rationalize, so will your followers (can you lend McClellan to Artest 'cause he presently needs a little help in the rationalization department). Mr. Bush, if you fight fire with fire, the fire is never put out and too many people have access to it. Eventually, the American have-nots will possess this fire and they will follow the example set before them.

Mr. Bush you are not my leader and I am more American for saying it: no subjugation without, at least a little -- and c'mon now, throw me a bone -- representation.

While waiting for life that sucks to die, why not listen to my favorite unsigned bands: TQ's Garage Band Playlist.