I had a dream last night where G.W. Bush was singing hymns on television in a gaudy cowboy costume. He was trying his little heart out, and although he was absolutely terrible, a blend of respect and pity glimmered in me as it would while watching an obviously atrocious singer on karaoke night getting up there and, despite the embarrassment, singing a love song to his/her date.

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More photos and commentary coming shortly... like, maybe this afternoon. I have to get dressed for work now.