I hate exams. And I have 2 this year out of my 7 subjects: one on Classical Comedy and another on the tragedies of Shakespeare and his contemporaries.

I can tell you this much: my vain attempt to achieve distinction in either of the above will surely be classical comedy, to which the reality of my imminent failure shall provide the perfect counterfoil of tragedy, Shakespearean or otherwise.

*Removing mask of Egocentricism*

In other Worldly and much more important news, [1] Milosevic croaked before the Worldly Authorities could deconstruct him. Talk about timing.

Condolences should be offered, but the wonder that the very same Heart that caused over a quarter million deaths is the apparent cause of his demise is shrouding my own Heart, causing temporary irrationality leading to bureaucratic and logistic upheaval and the auto-suspension of the Condolences Department in my tiny Brain.

Now if only Arnold could do the same before he deconstructs California…

Who am I kidding. Even if we conspired to elect Mother Theresa and Gandhi into the White House (as the President and First Lady/Husband, not part of the janitorial staff), it would be nigh impossible to undo the disturbingly wild and arbitrary growth that is the foliage currently presiding over the Great oo-sa.

My fellow Americans, it is with extreme prejudice, I mean, pride
that I undress, I mean, address y’all this morning as the President of…
*turning to political aide*
what’s this? ‘U-SA’?”

Sigh.

Take a look at this State of the Union address by Bush, and you’ll understand perfectly my sentiments and inner despair.

Of course its a parody. Yet somehow, it appeals to me so…