Cindy Sheehan Fast Diaries Part III
Right now I'm not sure that I should be making commitments past the end of the month, but I did want to show up for Vermont's impeachment rallies
. Of course, the moment I agreed I thought how wonderful it would be if Bush would call back all the troops the day I'm there and I could have a double stack of pancakes with Vermont Maple Syrup.
But I've gotta stop thinking about food, glorious food, hot sausage and mustard! While I'm in the mood, cold cabbage and custard!
Instead of the stage version of Oliver!, I feel like I'm on a particularly bad season of Survivor, where everybody else but me gets to eat. Sean has been particularly obnoxious about it, as I've said before. I never quite understood why Madonna dumped him, but now it becomes obvious. Does he have to smack his lips and rub his tummy while commenting on how that hit the spot?
But, you know, everybody is counting on little old me. Does it matter that I've been swallowing my toothpaste in the morning instead of spitting it out? I torture myself with these things even though this morning Dick was chewing gum. He claimed it was sugarless, but it sure smelled like Double Bubble grape to me.
I was thrilled to hear that the Reverend Al Sharpton has joined us. As you may recall, the Rev (as he asked me to call him) has been on a hunger strike before to close down some place in Puerto Rico and it worked, so obviously Mr Bush will have to shut down Iraq, because he can't let the Rev die. I just hope it happens quick because I really miss Applebee's pies and the Monster Tacos at Jack in the Box.Part II of this series
.Part I of this series.