A Crazy Dream

I had a dream that I snuck into a Presidential press conference. I was sitting behind a reporter, whispering questions that she should ask the President.

Why do you want to shift more of the tax burden on to the poor?

How much money will the Vice President make from a war in Iraq?

Why are you helping Florida, where your brother is Govenor, save it's coast line, but not California?

What exactly do you have against clean air and water?

The reporter and I both got kicked out. I don't remember much after that.