Schmuck in Chief
Schmuck: ignoramus, jackass, ass, comic, clown, lunatic, milksop, sop, tomfool, zany.

Well, Elizabeth, usually demure, quiet and usually shy, was really ripping Bush tonight. She has impeachment in mind, saying to us all that things in Washington have really gone beyond the bounds of decency, a word this White House doesn't have in its working vocabulary. And Schuyler, Elizabeth's drinks wizard husband, also thinking about no clothes, tonight prepared us Finlandia Naked Finns. He poured the Finlandia vodka over ice in a cocktail shaker, and then in his sexiest moves, shook it before pouring it, strained, into cocktail glasses and garnished each cocktail glass with fig leaves.

This schmuck Füehrer has no clothes (and is lacking in way too many things to list in one short Chronicle) and is ripe for impeachment. Elizabeth told us she was delighted to hear that in addition to Russ Feingold's initiative for censure, the Vermont Democratic Party and affiliates in Wisconsin, New Mexico, Nevada and North Carolina were joining, valiantly, in the effort to get this impeachment thing rolling. About time, Judy chimed in, to do less, in light of everything Bush has and has not done, would be unpatriotic. She reminded us that Tricky Dick (Nixon) and Smirky Dubya crawled, slinked, along the same gutters full of slime, both of them saying: "If the president does it, it's not illegal." Yeah, sure, said Bob.

Alex, a true horseman, true patriot, and scholar nonpareil, informed the rapt group of something called the Rutland Resolution. Its provisions, penned by none other than Thomas Jefferson, allows a state legislature to start the impeachment proceedings against a president, though around here, we hate the name president. That word, like it or not, implies some measure of stature and dignity; this skunk can only slime himself to the level of füherer, who would in absolute sang froid lead a country to unleash unspeakable mayhem on humanity that this jerk has. Alex begged us all to read and study anything and everything that has to do with the now-infamous Downing Street Memos:

Helen Thomas was right in saying that even before usurping power, Tricky, Slimy, Slithery Dubya had decided he was going to invade Iraq. And, Jeremy interjected here, let's call a a spade a spade. We are not in a war; we are embroiled in an invasion of choice, that never, ever, had anything to do with the humanitarian liberation of a people: it was simply Dubya the Evil Fool's determination to invade a non-aggressor country to try and upstage his father, who wisely decided not to invade Iraq.

Beatrix, On Unpatriotic United States Citizens and Deranged Right Wing Christians
Citizens of the United States who blindly kiss and lick Dubya's caboose, and the insanely deranged Christian Right Wing are responsible for the slaughter of over 1400 United States troops, and the maiming, blinding and invaliding of tens of thousands of United States troops; they are responsible for the untold suffering of hundreds of thousands of innocent Iraqi's. They are responsible for the fact that after three years, Iraqi civilians are terrified of sending their children to school. They are responsible for the tens of thousands of tons of untreated sewage piled on the sidewalks and roads of countless Iraqi cities and towns; they are responsible for the fact that Iraqi's have maybe four hours of the use of electricity; they are responsible, in an oil rich country, for having people queue up to eight hours to get a few gallons of gas. Bush's policies? A triumph?

Beatrix couldn't help asking also, whatever happened to the idea of making Condosleezza Rice Czarina of all Iraq, and the Fool Dubya's idea of building the world's largest U.S. embassy in Iraq. Do you remember that hare-brained plan?

Max, on Senator Robert Byrd, The Füehrer's Clothes, and Your Patriotic Duty
Max told us that when we got home, we all had the patriotic duty to read U.S. Senator Robert Byrd's Senate Floor Remarks of October 17, 2003. Thanks to Common Dreams News Center, you can find all his alarming and prescient remarks at:
http://www.commondreams.org/views03/1018-01.htm

They'll raise the hairs on the back of your neck and make you realize that impeachment is of paramount importance. If a president can be impeached for a dalliance with a more than willing woman old enough to give her willing consent, then impeachment for a pig who has unleashed Armageddon is warranted, and anybody who calls himself or herself a patriot, should demand it unrelentlessly until said impeachment has been achieved.

The Dinner Gong: Ciao for Now, White House Inepts
Most of the gang pitched in to help prepare dinner tonight. Marie Christine first brought out some exquisite Ahi Tuna Pronvençal Toast Points. The flavors in her appetizer were truly appetite whetting: anchovies, olive oil, tomatos, capers and Niçoise olives. We decided to enjoy this appetizer with one of our favorite drinks, Campari and Soda. Your first sip of Campari may not send you to the stars, but sip it again, and again, and soon you'll find it's one of Bacchus' best gifts to man.

Jeremy thought that tonight he would prepare dinner for all of us by pairing his dinner to the delicious Navarro Vineyards wines he and Beatrix have in their wine cellar. So, his first course was a superlative Thai Grilled Lobster with Lemongrass Dipping Sauce. Spicy with cayenne pepper, and good curry powder, this dish amazed us all and truly satisfied that part of our appetites that crave seafood. He paired it with a Navarro Vineyards 2004 Gewürztraminer.

Next, Jeremy and Beatrix mesmerized us with their next course, Chicken Breasts with Paprika Cream Sauce. They used Spanish paprika, Pimentón Ahumado. Plated with fluffy Arborio rice and Haricots Verts, the dish was vastly satisfying. They served the dish with a Navarro Vineyards 2004 Chardonnay, pleasing us all.

Our last course was a Chocolate Lava Cake with Pomegranate Crème Anglaise, as close to erotic as you can get in a dessert. It was paired with J Vineyards J Pear Liqueur, and ended our meal on a superlative note. All that was left to do was rejoin the teenagers and have some of Max's incomparable espresso coffee.

Winding Down
Impeachment is serious business, but it's obvious, up here in the hills, that Bush has not truly considered his actions with the seriousness they warrant. Allons enfants de la patrie. We have no choice.

Summary
The Füehrer has no clothes. Impeachment, in lieu of violent regime change is a no-brainer, and if you are a United States citizen with a conscience, you will press for it. Surely we can muster a backbone as good as nonagenarian Senator Robert Boyd?