One and a half days until Adrian's birthday.... yay!

Saddam is presumed dead. Another reason to celebrate. Pictures of yet another torture chamber were discovered. Not even the bloodiest, goriest of Stephen King novels could rival the images shown.

Emmanuel and I are celebrating this eve with a bottle of Chianti. I hate to admit this but it's going straight to my head. No one has informed Adrian that he isn't quite two yet, though those sneaky terrible twos are creeping, stealthily up our backs and straight up our asses. We have landed in the toddler zone. Adrian wouldn't go to bed until about 10pm thanks to the time springin forward. Also there's the whole idea of allowing him to burn up energy outside on the playground but pretty damn difficult when there's a BLIZZARD ragin...well, today wasn't quite a blizzard but we got 6"+.

Back to the war though... With Saddam (Dr. Satan as I lovingly refer to him as) presumably dead, Pres. Bush has made it ABUNDANTLY clear that he/we do not want UN interference with the New Iraq. Most Americans (most being the operative word) stand behind this decision 100%. Questions, though, are haunting Americans... Primarily: 'Now that the regime has fallen what's to become of foreign policy and what's to become of oil prices? My response to that: Oil will go down, WAY DOWN and FUCK Foreign policy...if you NOW want a piece of the pie seeing that we were right - FUCK YOU... TOO LATE!!!

My fellow Americans, we are VICTORIOUS!! Dance in the Goddamned streets!! Yum, that just rings!