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Last night I dreamt of Phil Donahue wheeling around a casino on a rolling pool table, tap dancing and knocking over senators with a cue stick as he whizzed about, finally tumbling down a long flight of stairs and into a large body of water.
A few nights ago, I dreamt that I was fighting some anonymous bully who had been spoiling an otherwise enjoyable house party. I locked his head under the crook of my elbow and ran him into a wall, then I shoved his head into a mail sorting slot, because the party had turned into a post office. I picked up a newspaper and read an editorial that praised the Seth Oldmixons of the world for their gentility and levelheadedness, but warned that society was fostering a generation of brash and excitable Jacob Childresses.
Did you vote yesterday or last week? I did. I would chastise my friends who didn’t, but since I don’t have, let’s say, 526,466 friends, I’m not sure they would have made a difference anyway.
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I must remember to have a dream praising Jacob Childresses. It’s only right.
posted by seth on November 6, 2002 11:13 AM
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