What a Proud Day for the US of A

Welcome to 1950! Legit, what the hell has this country come to? Does the collective IQ of America even crack retard or are we still muddled somewhere between Offspring of Chernobyl Survivors and Sufferers of Extreme Cerebral Palsy?

Who is the ad wizard that decided to throw the word embryonic in front of stem cell research? My God, did the Religious Right have a field day with that one. I can see all those uninformed Jesus freaks going insane thinking they're killing babies.

Young people in Ohio and Florida and everywhere for that matter should hold theirs heads up high. We really got out there and made a difference guys! Proud o' ya.

There is however, a silver lining to this dark cloud. I enthusiastically endorse four more years of the most alluring White House figure I've ever laid my baby browns on, Barbara Bush, or as I like to call her, "The New Babs."

And now, I'd like to take the opportunity to address young Barbara directly. Darling, in a word - make that two, LOVE IT! I remember the days of yore, when you could've made like Chelsea Clinton and let the door to glamour and beauty hit'cha where the good lord split'cha. But you didn't, you busted down that door and worked it with what you had. Who said your cousins got all the looks? Certainly not me, now look at you all growns-up. Barbara Bush: A true Rags-to-Riches story if ever there was one.