Raise your hands in the air like you just don't care

I have a friend who, whenever he would leave a message on my voice mail, used to claim to be John Ashcroft. Perhaps he could see which way the wind is blowing, because now he says he's Karl Rove.

So I thought I'd try this little trick myself. I called another friend and when his sixteen-year-old son answered, I told him it was Hans Blix. He told me he was Dick Cheney and I could go fuck myself. After I got up off the floor from laughing I had a nice chat with his dad about his politically astute son.

All of which to say, So long, John. Checking out books at the library won't be the same without you.

And oh boy--here comes Alberto Gonzalez. After all, who needs the Geneva Conventions?