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Bill Maher, 2004-09-03:

And finally, New Rule: You can't run on a mistake. Franklin Roosevelt didn't run for re-election claiming Pearl Harbor was his finest hour. Abe Lincoln was a great president, but the high point of his second term wasn't theater security. 9/11 wasn't a triumph of the human spirit. It was a fuck-up by a guy on vacation.

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But by the looks of your convention, you'd think that the worst thing that ever happened to us was the best thing that ever happened to you. You just can't keep celebrating the deadliest attack ever as if it's your personal rendezvous with greatness. You don't see old men who were shot down during World War II jumping out of a plane every year. I mean, other than your dad.

But even your dad didn't run for re-election based on a recession and his propensity to barf on the Japanese. Now, I know you'd like us all to get swept away with emotionalism and stop sweating the small stuff like the deficit and the environment, and focus on what's really important: how you look in a fireman's hat. But crying during your speech? I mean, come on! There's no crying in politics! It's not fair! That's a trick chicks use. How are we supposed to discuss this rationally if you're going to cry?! There's a name for people who exploit their participation in historical events for political gain. They're called the Swift Boat Veterans for Truth.

So I say, if you absolutely must win an election on the backs of dead people, do it like they do in Chicago, and have them actually vote for you.

Bad migraine yesterday. Stomach feels funny this morning; not sure whether from insufficient sleep (expected to wake 2.5 hours hence) or from yesterday's drugs against the migraine. Probably not making it to University of Atlantia today based on how I've felt the last two days (I'll give myself a couple hours to change my mind) but I might still try to make it to Bowie to visit my mother and brother later.

Still want to get around to get around to writing up last weekend. Maybe later today.

Woke this morning from ( a dream involving an old prophecy, the television show <i>CSI</i>, and text-messaging )

Okay, now to feed Perrine and see whether I'm starting my day or falling over for a couple more hours.