I went to bed angry last night. I greatly dislike doing that.
George Bush's speech was the most offensive litany of warmongering propaganda that I could possibly imagine His Majesty uttering after several years of mushrooming conflict and hundreds of thousands of death.
So I woke up this morning as a man on a mission. My heart, mi alma screams for Peace. It is my lifeforce - and the only way I am going to appease the growing unrest that has settled upon me is to register my displeasure to Mr. Bush in person.