Vote Bandit

Yesterday was pretty sweet. Thank you for the Happy Birthday well-wishing, Larissa, and Hobbitbuddy, the 3 layer carrot cake was delish. The carrot part was a nice twist--in spite of what Dad may think, bamboo can get old. Occasionally. Not very often.

At six months, I'm still the cutest, baddest panda around. I'm badder than most of the other animals at the zoo. Shooo...I'm so bad, they had to get more tubs to keep me distracted from taking over the WORLD!

My vision knows no bounds. And you're right, Pandaholic, I need to keep my eyes on the prize, and not indulge in any more late night Johnny Walker with Paolo & Co.

I think we can all say that the world would be a better place if this picture became a reality. I need to start practicing campaign speeches if I'm going to be ready for 2008.

Vote Bandit. I care about your problems. I'll listen. And then I'll go out and kick the ass of whoever is giving you those problems. And if there are no asses to be kicked, I'll take a nap until there's some more asskicking needed.

I should perhaps note that the asskicking is sometimes a metaphor, rather than straight up violence. For instance, if I say I'll kick social security's ass, that means I'll fix it. If I say I'm going to kick the ass of our stagnating education system, then that means I'll fix it. That clear enough?

And if a certain fennec fox thinks he can get away with hacking into my blog, there will be some asskicking before the election. This afternoon, actually.

Vote Bandit
Better asskicking, for a better tomorrow.