fuzzy headed fun

so, i'm still sick (i'm trying really hard not to just whine on the blog, but yeah, i've been sick since last thursday, so a week and a half or so) but today while talking to my new online friend c (who lives in the states, so conversation ened up on the topic) i was talking about dubya.

and even through my cold filled fuzzy head, i came up with what i thought was a pretty clever metaphor, ready? (now, i'll have to read this again when i'm not sick, just to make sure it's not like when you think you've come up with lots of clever ideas when you're smoking pot, only to have someone tell you what they were when you are not so impaired, and learn, no, actually, you were just being a dumbass...)

here goes...

george w. bush is like the annoying neighbour everyone dreads (in case there happens to be anyone reading this that i don't actually know, a quick reminder that i'm from canada my be useful here....).
he's the neighbour that spends all his money on his muscle car but lets his house fall apart.
he's the neighbour that has chunks of his house falling down but doesn't seem to care.
he's the neighbour who screams at his kids and his dog and you always wonder if maybe he hits them too.
he's the neighbour who doesn't seem to notice that there is anyone else around, so he runs the muscle car for hours spewing fumes that seep into your house and get so thick you think you might be sick.
he's the neighbour that you hope and pray and hope and pray will move out.
he's the neighbour that is making you consider leaving the neighbourhood because even though he's not in your house he's making it an unpleasant place to be, what with his noise and fumes and hatred.

have i mentioned i'm toying with the idea of moving to france?