One More Cup of Coffee Before We Go

Allow me one more Dylan allusion. But this is the great Hunter Thompson on the state of affairs.

How many times can a man be robbed -- on the same street, by the same people -- before they call him a man? Bob Dylan said something much like that in a tattered old song called "Blowin' In The Wind." Read it and weep, you poor bastards -- because Dylan was yesterday, and George Bush is now.

That is a morbid observation, at best, and we are all stuck with it. The 2004 presidential election will be a matter of life or death for the whole nation. We are sick today, and we will be even sicker tomorrow if this wretched half-bright swine of a president gets re-elected in November. Take my word for it.

Every now and then, in-between his fixations on sports and gambling, the gonzo king will take a bow. So applause, applause, applause! But I've asked out loud, where is the next Hunter S. Thompson? Is it Neil Pollack?

Our nation turns its lonely eyes to someone.