Trans-dimensional Travel

Whoa. That was weird. I appear to have been sucked through a worm-hole and spat out the other side of a trans-dimensional vortex.

I have been hurled into an alternate dimension, where people speak with drawls, and put Bush-Cheney signs on their lawns. I'd think I'd just gone on a weekend trip to Houston, but in THIS universe, the Red Sox won the World Series, so it must actually be an alternate reality.

Here they are having the same campaigns though. Today, Bush gave a speech criticizing Kerry again for just grabbing his criticisms from the morning headlines.

My opponent says that I'm too small a man to be worthy of re-election. He'd like you to think that I'm one of those three foot tall critters from that island. (Laughter) I guess that's what you can expect from a freakishly tall liberal who roots for a baseball team from ...Massachusetts.

My opponent would like us to return to the past, to a time when the Red Sox were the World Champions. He's got what I like to call a "1918 mindset." He wants to return us to a time of buggy-whips, and no TV. That's why he keeps going on about that flu. He's looking backwards, stuck in the past.

Thankfully, I've noticed a slow quantum decay here, which suggests that I may end up snapping back to my own universe soon. I calculate it would happen sometime on Monday. I hope so; I didn't file for an absentee ballot. (Though I guess I could pick one up here. They have thousands just floating around. I'd have to want to vote in Florida, though.)