Hello again, it’s Grandma, Grandma Minutia. Don’t be scared, I turned over in my grave when I realized G. W. Bush was elected as president a few days ago. (He wasn’t elected in 2000 remember? He was the dubious Court choice, not the peoples’!) So he was elected for the first time on 11-2-04, having a mandate for what now? Giving more money to rich people, disregarding science and logic, drumming up a preemptive war that is killing our young people and untold Iraqi people? Good heavens! It’s all so disgracefully un-American!

I hear he was elected for his “moral values.” Ha! He wouldn’t know a moral from a mixed drink! His revenge, aggression and killing can never solve anything sweeties, believe me.

I just wish you all tons and tons of tenacious endurance, which you will need to cope with four more loony bin years of Mr. Bush. So good-bye and good luck from your Grandma in the tidy suburbs of heaven.

And oh, before I go, I would like to say that I really didn’t turn over in my grave. (No one ever does that you know.) I turned over in my feather hammock on cloud nine.