Good times watching the state of the union address. The only really unfortunate bit was the part where Bush specifically mentioned “coal” forcing me to finish my drink on the spot. Earlier in the evening, I had gone off on one of my favorite energy rants: The short version is that it’s just freakishly pathetic for a species who can split the atom, put one of our number on the moon, and so on to be going BACK TO DIGGING COAL OUT OF THE GROUND AND BURNING IT to sustain our energy needs. I really don’t care if we’ve found ways to make the smoke from said burning less offensive. That the best we can come up with is “let’s go back to Bartleby the Scribner with his lump of coal for warmth” makes me deeply sad, angry, and vaguely irate. Anyway, we had agreed that any formal “drinking game” rules would be something of a death pact with the ‘ole liver … but if Bush mentioned coal … well … you get it.
The real high point though was muting the television, putting on some good tunes, and making fun of the people as they silently moved their lips. Much better than the real content.
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