Shut Up And Listen 61 Impeach The Fucker Bush. Is. A. Fucking. Moron. I’ve been saying that all along, and this week he proved me right. I’ll get to his knowledge of plane-hijacking a month before it happened, but first I want to talk about how stupid he is. Why did he let the information get out? Even if it was a leak, that was the one leak that he couldn’t afford. I mean, say I’m President, and I knew about a very, very strong chance of terrorists hijacking US planes and I do nothing, I’d damn well make sure that everyone else who knew was one hundred percent loyal to me or dead. Fuck, I’d probably have everyone who knew killed. He knew though. He fucking knew! That slippery shit fucking knew! Think about that. I know some of us aren’t that surprised. I’ve even had thoughts about Bush knowing about it prior to it happening and allowing it to happen for reasons of popularity and financial gain, but I didn’t believe it. But why should I be surprised? His father sold America out and so did he. The President of the USA knew of a serious and legitimate threat to American citizens and didn’t even just say to some person who he met on the street “Hey, yeah, terrorists could attack us anytime now.” Now, I’m not saying he should have sent the whole country into a paranoid fever, but he should have did something. Hell, maybe releasing a statement about possible terrorist attacks in general, not specifically plane-hijacking could have prevented the terrible tragedy of September 11th. Impeach the fucker. Kick that rat bastard out of the White House and then have him charged with treason and then given the chair. Hold the trial in Texas. Turnabout is fair play. One can only hope that America will open its eyes and see this man and his family for what they are: capitalists. Money is more important than country, family, religion, everything. America may run on capitalism but it shouldn’t be run by it. May Two-Four This weekend is the May Two-Four weekend. It’s a long weekend in honour of Queen Victoria’s birthday on May 24. This also the official beginning of the Canadian summer. That means par-tay! Alcohol overruns the country, as people get shit-faced. Cottages are rented for enormous prices. Campsites are staked out. Teenagers somehow get tons of alcohol and cause tons of problems. It’s a glorious time of the year. Did I mention that it’s a long weekend? Damn, I love long weekends. Three days off. One would think that extra day wouldn’t make much of a difference, but it does. You know how Sunday kind of sucks most of the time because in the back of your head you know you’ll be going back to it all on Monday? Well, not on a long weekend. No, Sunday is a glorious day with no thoughts of school or work or whatever shit you do all week. There are only three things people I know are doing this weekend: partying here, partying at a cottage, or partying while camping. And all three involve heavy amounts of alcohol. And me, I shall spend my weekend doing what I normally do every weekend, and going out on Saturday night and not returning home until sometime Sunday. Okay, I don’t normally do that. But I don’t plan on drinking. No, I shall be drinking root beer and tormenting the drunks. I like tormenting the drunks. I hope every has a great weekend (and a big HA to everyone who doesn’t have a long weekend). Stuff That I Was Into This Week TV—King Of The Hill, Boston Public, Everybody Loves Raymond, That 70’s Show, Fraser, Bernie Mac and Friends. Books—Vacuum Diagrams by Stephen Baxter Music—Colour And The Shape by the Foo Fighters, various Metallica and 18 by Moby (which I got today and kicks ass). Video games—started playing Pokemon again. It’s a pretty fun game. People—Elf-Girl, Flamer, Osama (formally known as Little Man Rump—and no, he does not find the nickname, which I did not come up with, offensive), and a few others who I don’t have nicknames for. Hopes and dreams—can’t wait for my shipment of AiT/Planet Lar books and was really looking forward to getting the Moby CD. Shit I’m writing—David The High School Student and Super-Hubris Like You.