Number 7

Have you ever been watching your team play on TV and you're riding an emotional rollercoaster with each play? You get sort of a sick feeling in your stomach and at times you start to shake from nerves. Let's just say you're me and your team ends up losing (you may have had the same experience). So it's safe to say that you're upset. Then you look at the screen, and the teams are spilled out onto the field, court, etc. Then you see the combatants smiling, patting each other on the back (on the ass too, but we won't discuss that). The point is, they're all nicey-nicey, and they're leaving you on the floor with your hair torn out and nacho chip crumbs all over your clothes.

I hate that. They shouldn't be nice to each other out in the open. They get paid to hate each other. We pay to see them so that they can hate each other. Hate, man, hate.

That was the feeling I got when Bill Clinton and HW Bush hooked up (not literally, although I guess you never know) after Tsunami Katrina and then again after Hurricane Burning Paris (I just got done looking at Time's Pictures of the Year, so forgive me if I'm getting some of the names of the disasters wrong). I see what the former Presidents are trying to do: unite conservatives and liberals in a time of global need. I voted for Nader, so I didn't fall for their little Republicrat scheme. Speaking of Nader, let's see what inspiring things he did this year. Oh.

I know that Bush and Clinton still hate each other, deep down.