Round 2: Bush vs. Kerry

Here are the links to the transcript of the presidential debates, for those who missed them:

First Debate

Second Debate

They are a lengthy read, but worth reading. You may pick up some points you didn't get to when listening to these candidates live. I also missed the second debate because I was at work. Well, this morning, I read through the entire thing (took me a good hour and half) and had some lunch, and now I'm about to read through the responses of the well known Hardbloggers at Hardball with Chris Matthews.

With just 23 days and 8 hours left until election day, the polls are still locked tightly, not giving way one way or the other. It is also surprising that while most of the viewers who responded to the polls posted at MSNBC.com stated that Kerry had won both debates -- just a bit ahead of the president on the first one, and an overwhelming victory over the second one -- the national polls still show the incumbent president in the lead, although slightly. Kerry is gaining grounds, but just too slowly.

As stated on MSNBC.com, President Bush has 172 solid reds with 45 pinks (leaning towards Bush), for a total of 217, and Senator Kerry has 168 solid blues with 32 baby blues (leaning towards Kerry) for a total of 200. That leaves a total of 121 in the toss up and 270 is needed to win. This is going to be another close one -- seems like Bush has the tendencies of close calls. Just hope that we don't have another fiasco like Florida of 2000. We're already the laughing stock of the world because of Al Qaeda and Iraq.

As far as California, my home state goes, although the on-line encyclopedia, Wikipedia, states that California is a possible swing state, it doesn't look like it. The democrats have held firm ground in Cal for ages, and although our governor is a Republican, due to a recall circus, he has yet to have "terminated" any democrats currently holding office. Both our Senators are fierce women in blue, and the House Reps are over 60% dems.

During the recall of Cal's governor, I almost predicted that Davis would be kicked out. But I kept thinking that people would vote for Ah-nold just for the saking of voting for Ah-nold. Perhaps the voters were being whimsical. And when the polls showed him terminating the competition except for Cruz Bustamante who was following rather closely, I was surprised! Ah-nold just might win! If Bustamante had won, the recall election might not have been the memorable infamous fiasco it seems now -- other than anyone who's anyone running, like Gary Coleman, and a self-proclaimed porn king. But because the Kindergarten Cop won, it made a even bigger mockery of Cal politics. I'm digressing again, but let me just close up by saying that Ah-nold is doing a surprisingly good job -- not fantastic, but better than expected. Not dismal.

My point was that more and more, the challenger seems more likely to win. Kerry just might win.

The Da Vinci Code

I caved. I'm a snob. I used to denounce all modern/new literature as being frivolous and unworthy of my attention. All the crazy popularity over recently published books felt just too hyped up for me to believe. I used to read solely classical books until recently. While the term "classic" literature might vary from individual to individual, for me it usually meant one thing -- the author should be dead by now. My first classic I recall reading in English was Jane Eyre. I was in the sixth grade, and it was my most proudest accomplishments (I came to the US in the 5th grade and was reading Bronte a year later!). I became a fan of Steinbeck, who, of course, is dead, Shakespeare, of course, who's been deader much longer and therefore much more worthier (I was foolish, I admit). Mark Twain, Thoreaou, the Bronte sisters, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Victor Hugo, Alex Dumas -- one of the more recently written books was Margaret Mitchell's epic, Gone with the Wind (one of my all time fav's) whichw as written by a former flapper debutante during the depression.

Somewhere along the way, I caved into reading more modern works. I was reading more and more modern stuff, more 20th century stuff, like The Great Gatsby (which I always think is a coincidence that I loved that book so much, and my English name is Daisy, and I live on Myrtle Street), and The Catcher in the Rye, 1984 among others.

Somehow, I fell into the HP series (and I don't mean Hewlett Packard), and found myself waiting anxiously for the next installment. J.K. Rowling better hop to it and shake a leg!

What I'm trying to say is, my prejudice against new books was wrong. New books can be the classics of tomorrow. Some are certainly worth reading, even if they mention the word, "Devil" and "Prada" in one phrase, let alone in one title.

I was curious; the hype was intriguing and all the other books that sprouted to discuss the original work was astounding. Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code has been on a best seller list for ages now, just screaming at me, "READ ME!!" And I tried to casually ignore it at the bookstore. It's red cover and gold embossed lettering, haunting me, and the Mona Lisa eyes leering at me -- they finally broke me.

Just got through the intro and the first chapter of the book. It sounds good. It's eerie, and just subtly spooky, and I want to get to the next page. Which means... sorry Salman. Sorry Billy (as in Shakespeare). Richard III has been around for centuries -- it can wait another week. Let's post pone the killing of the nephews to next Tuesday or so, when I have more time, shall we?

Fahrenheit 911 ... The Temperature At Which Bush Burns

Just saw this documentary on Thursday. What can I say! It was very moving, very provocative in a sense that it dug up a lot of hush-hush things. It was also executed in the most witty manner, quite unlike the extremist version that I had expected. It of course started out with the notorious election scandal of 2000, the infamy that would never die down, and started off with the big bang booms -- 9-11. The amount of time Bush just sat in that elementary school classroom looking constipated, after his aides told him about the attacks -- I'm sure everyone's heard of all that in the hype.

The truth of the matter is, I've gotten inherently cynical, sardonic -- bitter, if you will -- about information that is presented to me. Don't get me wrong -- I'm as gullible as the next guy on the susceptible things, like the fact that cell phones are evil, Shakespeare is a god, and that you look absolutely fat in those pants and so on. But when I am bombarded with information that is just completely not in accord with what I have been believing, whether or not that belief was embedded by the constant brainwashing tactics of the media, or it popped out of a fortune cookie, I will be skeptical about buying that piece of information.

I loved the documentary. But I'm just not ready to buy into all the information. Moore sure suggested a lot of things, and it did make me decide to become more aware of what I am reading in the news, but most of it was suggestions.

There used to be a time when I was heavily influenced by beliefs of the Republican party. Conservative, one might say, although the definition of conservatism has changed over the years. The "information" (which shouldn't be called information, but rather, biased claims) I had been receiving went like this: "Abortion is the killing of unborn children. It is murder. Therefore wrong." Another is: "Why should the wealthy be punished for their financial success? Taxing the rich more is wrong." They were persuasive, but in a very sneaky way. I bought into them.

A few years down the road, I took some surveys, questionaires, participated in discussions and whatnot. "If you were raped and became pregnant, would you abort the child?" And of course my answer was a honest and clear "no." Then the follow-up question was, "if you proceeded to have a child, as a young adult who hasn't completed a college education and is without a full time job, what kind of life would you and your child have? If you became so poor that you had to send the child to an orphanage or foster care, what kind of life would that child have? Would you still be able to accomplish your goals and reach your dreams as a young struggling single mother?" Then I got dumbfounded. After such rapid turn-over of events, I got freaked. Yes. I got duped by my own beliefs, and I became dumbfounded. At a loss of words. And pretty soon, a loss of thought.

On topics like abortion, or whether Dubya has been a good president, or the Three strikes law, there are valid arguments on both sides. Ok, let me rephrase that. To many, there may be only one side which has the valid arguments -- but to me, both sides seem to have such valid reasons that I can't really make up my mind. So sue me.

So while I am unhappy with the fact that Dubya went to war, when everybody, including the UN, excluding the UK, seemed to be against it, I still like to hold a little bit of faith in him. I'd like to believe that he is a good man, who obviously had enough charisma, power, political savvy, whatever, to get elected (I know that is debatable). He was elected governor of Tx, and he was the head of some major corporations. He didn't rely on his powerful father to get by. Perhaps he was a mediocre student at Yale, but he did get an MBA, and get him self an ejoomication. And anybody in that position, who is elected into such an office, would do the best he/she could. Just like my parents. They may not have made the best choices, and they may not have been the absolute best, but they gave it their best. They did what they thought was right, and I'm sure W did too. I mean, how can you not? The minute you are caught, you are jeopardizing your political career, your name, your family's name -- what happened to Nixon? He will forever be remembered for his quote, "I am not a crook!" What about Clinton? I don't know about you, but I'll remember him as the redneck who made a cuckold of his wife and lied about it in front of the whole universe. He made me look at cigars funny!

So while I am still taking the facts into consideration, I will remain hesitent to absorb everything Moore has said in the documentary. There has been so much retaliation sprouting from the Bush camp as far as the documentary goes, and they are disputing facts left and right. How can I fully make the call about whom to believe? I honestly can't. I know a few things that I can believe though, and that is that Bush went to war when almost everyone said "NOOOOOOOO!" and in my book, war is bad. It's very very bad, and so many people are dead and Osama is still alive, which means that many more people may die -- perhaps another 3000 in the US, who knows? So that's one of the ultimate things that docks points away from ole Dubya.

If I could vote today, I know I will not be voting for Bush. I don't know if I'll vote for Kerry yet, but I know I won't be voting for Bush. But Moore's documentary isn't what moved me. It hasn't moved me at all in my political stand point. It was a very well made documentary, absolutely worthy of my viewing. I guess I'm just too anti-negativity. I can't blame something on someone so much. I can't listen, I can't bear to listen to people who bad mouths other people, whether factually or not. But it was done in a humorous tone, and not too offensive, so I appreciate that.

You know one of the surprising thing about the election? I'm liking Cheney. He's not the bald scroogie Haliburton-scandal-related guy I thought. Even though he is a very conservative Republican, he has had enough guts and integrity to disagree with the president's push to ban gay marriages. It shows that he is a good father who cares about his daughter. That's what I think anyways. And Kerry does look like a horse. But I like his wifey. She's one feisty lady. And I'm digressing. (sigh)

Well, that was my review of the film.

I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream...

For Ice Cream, of course.

After years of observational study, carefully conducted with just a table spoon, I had it.

Whoever said that a serving size of ice cream is half a cup is totally delusional. Bought a tub (1.75 Quarts) of Breyer's Rocky Road ice cream, and finished it in less than a week. In my family, you don't need an ice cream scoop or a bowl to have ice cream. All you need is a good sized, sturdy spoon.

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Oh Brother

I just got back -- I dropped off my brother at work. On the drive there, we had a discussion -- by discussion I mean argument, and by argument, I mean that I basically yelled at him for ten straight minutes until my face turned blue. And I kinda sorta regret it. Perhaps I shouldn't have.

The trouble all started by my brother's comment. I won't repeat it here, because it still infuriates me to think back on it, but it reflected my brother's belief that my parents are to blame for our current immigration status. I agree to some extent -- we were but children and they ultimately had the power to make some decisions, which went awry.

I used to think that it was my parent's fault for screwing up my life, and I blamed, especially my dad, whom I considered to have bailed on his family. It has been six years exactly since I last saw him -- he left in early October of 1998. When I found out that I had to go into the lawyer's office to change my remaining family's status in early 1999, I was just in utter shock.

My parents did the best they could to raise me without worries -- I wasn't even fully aware of the implications of my immigration status until I turned 18. They sheltered me. Today I am extremely thankful that they took so much on themselves by not letting on how poor we were and how serious our situation was. I grew up normal, became a poster child for an Asian American immigrant family. I participated in all sorts of extracurricular activities, volunteered at hospitals, played the violin, read so many books. But when I found out that my dad had left, and I would probably not be able to see him for an extremely long time, and that I would have to pick up where he left off on our immigration problems and financial problems -- you could imagine the shock. You could imagine how heavy the world felt on the shoulders of a girl who just broke through the childhood-adult barrier.

I was mad for a very long time. There was even a time that I gave up the notion of college for good -- I spent hours and hours, night after night, studying for the SAT's, the SAT II's, the AP's, the ACT, and for what? To go to a community college and get no where? Had I been a child, I would have kicked and screamed and not take it quietly -- and I did the young adult version of that.

After years of being severly angry, something happened. I don't know if I gave up on being angry, or if my feelings just got rubbed raw from the anger and became merely a dull sensation. I don't really know if I forgave my parents -- I don't think that I am in a position to forgive them, because they hadn't wronged me. They tried their best to be the best parents. What more could I have asked? A part of it was that as I maneuvered my way into the adult world, I made my own mistakes and saw consequences from them, and realized that even my parents, as infallible as they did seem, were not exempt from the harsh realities of the world. But they gave it their best, and there's nothing more one can do beyond that.

Even after the anger dissipated, I was still negative. I was cynical, and extremely pessimistic. I worked as a waitress where nobody cared that I had burned the skin off of two fingers -- when they got infected, they dismissed me as a person who was just trying to get attention. I worked for a man who sexually harrassed me during a company dinner, and worked for customers who harrassed me verbally, and even physically and sexually. I worked for a girl who was exactly my age, her mom and her husband, and they were the most cruelest human beings in the world. I came home at night and parked my car a block away from home and screamed. I cried. I punched the steering wheel. Then all the rage made me feel drained, and I puffed out the last bits of ill-sentiments with a cigarrette. Then I went home and watched TV or went to bed, and sometimes had ice cream if we had any.

Those days are far from over, but it is different -- I am not so angry and not so miserable and sad -- miserable is too hard to be for someone just starting out their life. I had optimism on my side. And during all these years, I can't say that I had been the best sister to my brother -- I was so busy taking care of my own needs and taking care of my own emotions and self-preservation. I can't recall when exactly he shot up tall enough to tower over me. I hadn't been there. And I am so deeply sorry for that. I promised that as soon as I finish nursing school and get a job, I will buy him a car. And I promised, that it won't be some used car or an old car. It'll be fancy, and pricey, and he'll be the coolest kid in the neighborhood.

I can't say that I kept that promise either -- and things like that make me see so much of my father in me -- making promises that I can't keep, but meaning them 100% at the time. But in the last few years, I honestly tried to put my brother's wants ahead of mine -- if he needed money to go to the prom, I let him borrow the money. I gave him money, just because. I wanted him to have the opportunity to enjoy his adolescence as I had, even if it meant being blind to our situation -- I didn't want him to worry about things until he absolutely had to. But I guess that's more what I wanted than what he wanted.

Tonight, when his statement suggested that he blames Mom and Dad for the whole green card issue, I exploded. I wanted him to be an optimist, because it sure hell beats the crap out of being pessimistic. I wanted him to realize that we have an opportunity to turn our lives around -- yes we have been denied our rights to be Americans. But we have an opportunity -- his visa has already been approved, and all he needs to do is to get into a nursing program and stick it out for two years. I just wanted him to stop being miserable over the last twenty years of his life, and start seeing the amazing possibilities that he, himself, could do with his life.

He turns 21 years old this Sunday; I think he wants a fruity-flavored cake. I wish I can say that I want him to be more optimistic about the future because there is reason to be -- but because of all the things I know, and because of all the things I've done, and because of all the things I know he'll have to face, I am powerless to complete that thought. He's turning 21 -- he's completely an independent adult -- he has a full time job now, and a car (despite it's an antedilluvian model, comparable to Noah's Ark -- he calls it a "classic" and I don't know if he honestly believes that or he just says that to believe it), and he's got a mind of his own. It is up to him, ultimately, to be a cynic or an optimist or angry or sad or burdened, or perhaps pious or excited or joyous or tired. All I can do is suggest him what flavor he wants his cake to be.

Dreeeeeam, dream dream dream~

Toni at Kaonashi Ga Suki posed an interesting question in her blog.

She asked:

1.) Where do you see yourself a year from now?
2.) Where would you like to see yourself a year from now?

Those are pretty deep questions -- they appear to be asking the same thing, but really, they are completely different questions! I've been thinking about it, and it's just really hard for me to differentiate between where I realistically see myself, and where I would like to see myself. I think that says that I am an optimistic person! Or just too realistic to dream outside the box.

As you know, my petition to change my immigration status had been rejected. As I am doing this process over, I am kind of in no man's land. I'm not legal, but I'm not illegal. It's very gray-ish. Well, I had been given a year to provisionally roam in this no man's land for a year thanks to the school's issuance of a new I-20 for one year. This one year started last month. As you may also remember, I had gone through some difficult times, specifically, last spring-ish. Last March, April, and May were spent in agony, and by June I was completely lost. (Note that I had lost over 10lbs without even trying and lost fistfulls of hair on a daily basis.) Well, if this current crisis is not resolved, then I will be spending next spring in similar agony.

The good news in answering this question is, though, that by October of next year, the agony will be long gone, no matter the outcome. If immigration chooses to reject me once more, I would have to make a choice by next June (2005), so I will be living a completely different life in October, 2005, perhaps as an approved alien (gotta love that word) or perhaps as a ostracized illegal alien. But one negative thing will remain, and that is that I will still be an alien.

I remain optimistic. As an American, I am cynical of my country's systems, but I have still a slight faith in the fact that our system works. It's not much of a reasoning, but it is what keeps me going (notice how fragile and delicate that reasoning is!). So realistically, in one year, I'll either be at a nursing program with an approved visa, or, if fate twists and turns like it has been all my life, I may be living in the US as I am now, getting no where in my education, and without an approved visa, hence dwelling illegally. Or I may possibly be deported, to Korea perhaps. I may be in a serious depression when that happens.

Ideally, I'd like to see myself with an approved visa, and attending a nursing program, wherever that may be, and that alone is taking giant leaps into becoming a US citizen/permanent resident. I'd be ecstatic if that were to come true. Hell, I'd even go far as to say that I'd be living the life. I'd be having a ball anyways.

So that question extends beyond the one year mark. What about in five years? Ten years? I think five years from now is probably going to be my turning point. During the next five years I hope to finish up my bachelor's and go on to graduate school. The transition will happen within those five years, I believe. And dammit, I believe. I want to believe. What graduate school I will go to has a tremendous effect on my life. It's weird that even though I have my major decided (set in stone!) graduate school poses a field of various possibilities for me.

Number one choice, of course, is still medical school. I am still set on going on a crusade to fight AIDS/HIV. Be the humanitarian I have always wanted to be. Secondly, I may go to graduate school to get an advanced degree in nursing. That may also give me the power to go abroad and see the world and support humanitarian efforts, but not as much as an MD. It would also get me in the door to teach, which is one of the things I'd like to eventually get around doing! Becoming a nursing instructor sounds excellent -- it would add to my income as a practicing nurse, and I'll be impacting new nurses to be, hopefully in a positive way.

Another option is studying Public Health. I think that's pretty self explanatory given what I've already stated. Another is just plain English. But you probably saw that one coming.

Lennon was right. He's not the only dreamer. I am a professional dreamer. It makes me extremely happy to dream and dream. I feel like a teenager -- these types of things might be something much pondered over in one's adolescent years. My twistings and turnings of fate has me questioning my every step and every plan, but it's certainly given me a different insight on life's mysterious workings. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.

I've Been Bamboozled!

I cannot help but to feel utterly, just senselessly utterly vulnerable.

I have been robbed -- violated -- and I am just feeling like a hapless fool. I don't even know how it happened.

I was going about my business today like any other day. You may recall that I had three exams lined up back to back and quite a bit of homework from my stat class due. I had gotten up at 3 AM to study and do homework, and when I came back from class about noon-ish, I was just ready to take a breather.

I went about checking my e-mails as I do always. And there it was. Staring me in the face.

haemicuda@yahoo.com Haemi has accepted your invitation to Gmail and has chosen the brand new address blowntohell@gmail.com. haemicuda@yahoo.com's new address has been automatically added to your contact list so you can stay in touch with Gmail.

Just for clarification -- haemicuda@yahoo.com is my own e-mail at yahoo. This message was sent to my Gmail account, which is NOT blowntohell@gmail.com.

I thought it might be one of those hoax e-mails like the ebay spoof e-mails from scammers that I get occassionally. But it just couldn't be! Just until last night, I had six invites to Gmail to give away -- now it said that I have five.

First of all, I had never sent an invite out. Secondly, even if I had sent out an invite, it would not have been to myself at my yahoo address.

From the evidence that I had, I had to deduce two things -- someone has gotten access to my Gmail account; someone has also gotten access to my Yahoo account. Now these are the two e-mail addresses I use most frequently. These are the e-mail addresses I rely heavily on. (Let's ignore that whole "not ending a sentence with a preposition" business for now. It's an emergency!) All this time, my passwords for everything an anything has been a rather lengthy string of numbers. And it is the same password for everything I have! Never, would I have thought that this passcode would be penetratable.

I am worried up the wazoo -- I have saved so much information in both of these e-mail inboxes -- the login information for various financial accounts, saved e-mails from friends and family, correspondence with colleges I have applied/will apply to. Just thought of some stranger hacking into my personal information is just creepy. Of course I have changed all the passwords, and made them all different, and I'll probably forget all of them by tonight, but somehow, I don't think that would help.

I feel like my home had been robbed. I suppose it is my fault for never changing passwords and making all my passwords the same (although I don't know for sure if the passwords are what made me open to such violations). I'll have to do what I can to update my passwords and whatnot. I don't know what this stranger had done with my accounts yet, other than to create a gmail account. If he wanted one, he could've just asked. Gosh.

Everybody who's reading this: change your passwords regularly and make sure they aren't simple things that are easy to guess. Also, if you should get a rather dubious e-mail from any of my e-mail addresses, please ignore, or better yet, forward them to me.

I'm going to go cross my fingers and rock back and forth in the fetal position and wish that this was all a dream. Good night.

Whoever Wins ... We Lose

Thank you Zarina for the heads up! =) Now I don't have to pay an arm and a leg for this image!

Utterly, Utterly Lost

I am so behind these days. I hate that feeling. Because of lack of time and lack of energy, I've been putting off doing five chapters of homework for my statistics class, and now it's due tomorrow morning. I did one chapter's worth last night, at about midnight, after realizing that I hadn't done the reading for my Monday night class as well as homework for that class, and hadn't studied for the exam for a Monday morning class. I've got two exams, one for statistics and one for political science on Tuesday morning. Then for Tuesday night, I have to finish reading Acts III, IV, & V for Much Ado About Nothing for English. After Tuesday it should be relatively clear sailing. Hopefully. But until I reach that point, I will be slapping myself in the forehead, kicking myself in the ass, for procrastinating. Procrastination is my ultimate foe, even more formidable than One Hundred Years of Solitude. It's something I battle almost on a daily basis with school. I don't have this problem at work -- something about being paid makes me want to do things on time. However, for school, I am always leaving things to the last minute. And the worst part is that I know I am doing this to myself and I know I will hate myself with excruciating pain later, as I spend nights burning the midnight oil trying to get assignments done on time. So tonight I will be cramming and doing majorly massive amounts of stat homework. All about standard deviations and simple random samples (one can never be too random) and the rest. So you may wonder, what have I been doing all the while I've been procrastinating? Well, I've also been skipping classes -- not more than once for each class though, but just to give myself some room to breathe. I'm not very behind in my other classes. I've also cleaned my desk and my bathroom sink (always a proud accomplishment) and decided that if the newspaper covers more portions of the carpet than it is not covering, it is time to do some cleaning. I've also read into joining the ACLU, and pondered whether I should fork up the $20 and become a card carrying ACLU member. They seem to support everything I support, although I do it in such a dormant way. A positive thing that I've been doing was filling out an application to become a volunteer at the LAC/USC county hospital. For those who do not know, the LAC/USC hospital is perhaps the largest hospital in the area, complete with a Women's and Children's building and wards and all the good stuff. I've spent about 200 hours one summer working there, shadowing pediatricians at the same time, and it was the most excellent time I've ever dreamed of having. Since California is on the verge of bankruptcy, the Drew/UCLA ER/Trauma center is going to be closed. They just don't have the funds to keep the center open -- they are severing limbs and appendages in hopes of keeping the trunk alive. The wards and other parts of the hospital will remain open, but the ER, where a majority of the poor get their primary care (it is in the rather poor area of Los Angeles), will close. Anyways, that means that there is more work for the county hospital. Most people would rate their experiences with county pretty low. And I probably would too. It is slow, crowded, noisy, too poor of an air conditioning (starting to sound like the DMV), too little beds, not enough nurses, and the corridors and such are pretty much filthy. But I really really enjoy being there. One reason is, as a person seeking a career in the health-related field, you get a tremendous amount of exposure. You just can't get this much exposure to various sorts of illnesses, injuries, characters, and diversity. How many volunteers from other hospitals get to see abcesses (which look like a miniature Mount Helen on human skin) and gun shot wounds? How many volunteers get to nail down a screaming & kicking child while he gets a suture for a laceration? Yes, the excitement runs over in this hospital. Also, you get so much exposure to germs (lovely perk) that you end up getting immunity to virtually all germs that exist in the LA County. Of course, that is after you get extremely sick for about a week, bearing the burden of having seventy million disease rapture your body all at once. But nonetheless, it is nice knowing that you'll be one of the first to get the flu. Well, that's my procrastination situation. More griping to come later, as always. Stay tuned.

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"[...] my favorite sign came from a quip on the tagline for ¡°Alien vs. Predator¡± with a picture of Bush and Kerry: ¡°Whoever wins, we lose.¡± And yes, the Naderites held that sign."

I would have given an arm and a leg to see that sign!