Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room

Counting down 'til Condi

I wish I were off on Thursday for the 9/11 Commission hearings. I'm going to have to supply my parents with a blank VHS tape so that I can see it in it's entirety when I get home. Fire up the microwave for buttered popcorn, and snag a diet Coke from the 'fridge. It's going to be better than CSI on Thursday night.

Oh, and I have such hopes for this (as I'm sure you can tell). I want to imagine that those lucky enough to be in the gallery or whatever passess as such will be asked to bring Hefty Bags and safety goggles with them. Just like those old Gallagher concerts with the Sledge-O-Matic™ and the seemingly infinite supply of fruits and other splatables.

Can you imagine seeing this on the backs of the tickets into the room that day?

"The 9/11 Commission will not be responsible for any damage done to private property, or to persons in attendance, during the testimony of Dr. Condi Rice. Neither will we be responsible for any mental illness or emotional trauma suffered by those in attendance who do not have the mental or emotional fortitude to watch the eviceration of former Deputy Advisor Richard Clarke. Medical personnel will be on site, and an ambulance will be on standby."

Damn, I wish I could see this as it happens. The last time a witness with this level of gravitas and potential testified in Washinton, it took weeks to get the stains out of the carpet. They're still finding bits of the Iran-Contra Committee in that room.

Oh, well. I can wait until I get home.

Posted by Mamamontezz at April 6, 2004 06:33 AM