If George Bush gets re-elected, I’m moving to London. Any and all are welcome to join me. We’ll rent a large flat and hang out in coffee shops talking about silly American politics. We’ll become ex-pats and adopt British accents. We’ll shop at Harvey Nicks and take the tube everywhere we go.
It wouldn’t be much of a hardship to spend four years in London. There’s a Starbucks on every corner, American products in all the stores, excellent news coverage on the BBC and the royal family for entertainment value when we get tired of the museums, historical landmarks, nightclubs and theater. Best of all, there’s Tony Blair, who is articulate, intelligent and can pronounce big words like nuclear without looking like a deer in headlights.
So, who’s with me?
Okay, I’m with you if we can modify it a teensy bit, anyone but Bush or SHARPTON!
I’d say anyone but Bush or Dean.
But I’m totally with you on the moving. I don’t even want to fathom what may happen in another 4 years under the Bush regime.
No Bush. No Sharpton. No Dean.
I’d say the odds of getting a crew together to move to London in November are pretty good.
Add my name to the list. I call dibs on the big bedroom.
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