No More Jelly Bellys In the White House

Ah, the State of the Union. Or as Youthlarge called it- "a big pep rally." What drama though, huh? I loved the booing and the sitting down and the Barack Obamaness of it all. And someone should really tell that Republican dude waving his blue fingertip that it was purple ink on the hands of Iraqis on Sunday.

Speaking of purple fingertips, I showed my class one of the pictures of voters holding up their purple fingers. I asked if anyone knew what the purple ink was for. One child raised her hand and confidently explained, "Well, just like we have red and blue states, they must have purple as one of their colors." Another student astutely raised her hand and said, "Yes, like maybe a color like orange because that is the color that the people in that country with the poisoned leader like to wear."

Today I was explaining what the State of the Union is about. One student asked, "What happens when you aren't president anymore? Do Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, George Bush, and Bill Clinton still live in the White House?" The thought of the parties that they and W would have boggles the mind- especially now that Reagan is dead and they don't have to keep it so quiet anymore.

I mean, any party that includes people that say things like the following statement is guaranteed to be a crazy one.

I've looked on many women with lust. I've committed adultery in my heart many times.

And who can forget the time that Clinton partied in the White House with Gary Coleman?