I just now got back and cleaned up from having an EEG this morning. I had to wake up at 8:30am after having slept for only two and a half hours, get dressed, drive for an hour to Walter Reed, wait in the Psychiatric department, all before finally spending 45 minutes getting hooked up to a machine. My appointment was supposed to be at 10:45am, but unfortunately an infant came into the ER and he needed the EEG machine before I did. I was fine with that, I had a book to read. All I can say is I’m glad I didn’t promise to come into work today.


As a very nice man hooked my head up to the EEG machine, we talked about a lot of things; my toe (it always comes up), the military, cloning, animal-human organ transplants. The whole nine yards, really. The conversation was pleasant, but being hooked up wasn’t. I had to hold still while he picked various spots on my scalp, scrubbed it with an incredibly abrasive cleanser (Kyan so wouldn’t have approved), squirted some white goop onto the raw spot of skin, put some kind of gauze over that, and then once he was done applying all of that, he hooked up the wires. I felt like I had a bunch of weird, synthetic dreadlocks. The whole process wasn’t too nice, but it wasn’t exactly bad either. It was getting it off that was difficult, but more about that later.


After I was hooked up, the test itself only took about twenty minutes. For most of it, I just had to lay there with my eyes closed. But then I had to take very short, fast breaths for a few minutes, to try and deprive the brain of oxygen in order to look for a very specific form of seizures. Just when he told me I could stop, my arms were starting to go numb, I wanted to toss my cookies, and my lungs hurt like mad. It wasn’t fun. To cap off the test, I had to squeeze my eyes shut while an incredibly bright light strobed at me at varying rates and intensities. That was enough to really solidify my headache. I was more than ready to go home by the time he told me I was done.


I stood at the sink in that little room, trying hard to peel the goop out of my hair. It was no use, really, since it was all clumped up in my hair. Eventually, after getting the most obvious bits out, I just pulled my nasty hair back into a ponytail and went off to find Mom. She had gone to the medical library to try and help with my research for the First Star project. I found her, and off we went. It’s now three o’clock in the afternoon and I’ve just now finished in the shower, trying to rid my hair of that nasty goop. If I had said I was coming into work today, I wouldn’t have gotten there until five o’clock in the afternoon, which would have been really silly.


Time to change the subject.


I’ve been thinking a lot over the weekend about the Democrat presidential candidates, what they’ve said over the past few months, what they’re doing. In general, I’ve really just been thinking about the supposed furor over President Bush, and the subsequent angst of the presidential candidates. We can’t get ten minutes into a debate or a press interview, it seems, without someone letting out a Bush joke, a slam, or some kind of insult. It’s really bothering me because this upcoming election will be the first I’ve ever had the privilege to vote in, and by my own rules I already can’t vote for anybody but Bush. And that’s worrying me. My rule is this: after witnessing the crude and vicious personal attacks during Clinton’s reelection campaign – from all parties involved – and the subsequent tactics employed by both Bush and Gore in the 2000 elections, I promised myself I would never vote for someone who would stoop so low as to resort to personal attacks. They can debate issues, they can dispute someone’s worthiness of the office of President. But they can’t call names, they can’t baselessly insult, they can’t raise anger just for the sake of raising anger. I want facts, I want reason. I don’t want a playground shouting match.


I made that promise to myself and I intend to keep it. That’s why I’m so worried about the upcoming election. I have seen every single Democrat candidate for President blindly insult President Bush for very personal and unrelated reasons. To me, that’s nothing but childish and I won’t support that. Bush hasn’t really entered the campaign yet, because he doesn’t need to, so I’m not sure how he’ll respond. If he too responds with personal insults, that’ll cancel out my vote for him as well and I’m afraid I’ll be forced to write someone in. Call it a waste, but that was my promise to myself. It’s not my fault if the candidates are lowering their standards. I don’t have to support them in their childishness. I don’t see them as worthy of my vote. I see such actions as a window into their own character and integrity. If they are lacking faith in their own platform enough to resort to petty insults, what does that say about their steadfastness, their beliefs; their passion for democracy?


Anyway. I’m confused. Furthermore, I’m tired of the slander. It’s gotten to the point, I believe, that we’re so buried in slander that we can’t find the truth anymore. That’s why I’m asking for help. I’ve been hearing *so* much *so* often about Bush being secretive, Bush being incompetent, Bust being a liar. You know what I realized as I was struggling to pull clumps of white goop out of my hair? I haven’t seen a real analysis of these supposed lies and scandals. I have yet to see a real break-down of the lies and policies that they believe Bush enacted with shady intentions. Instead, all I’m hearing is rhetoric, and whatever facts I have been able to get a hold of have been so spun that it’s easy to contradict them.


I’m tired of it, and I won’t take it anymore. Instead, I have a proposal. I’ve compiled a list of questions that I believe will help me get to the bottom of this whole anti-Bush movement. I need your help, though. I don’t know what the concerns are anymore, I don’t know what shady policies people are referring to; I don’t know what lies you’re concerned about. I’ve seen a few twenty-something’s wearing “Impeach Bush” t-shirts, and I don’t know why. I’ve tried to find out why, but nothing that I’ve found is really that convincing. Actually, from what little I