She doesn't trust Dubya to leave us free of the military draft. I hadn't thought about that, since I'm not accustomed to living in a state of uncomfortable and (by all measurements I can see) losing war. (Anyone remember "out of there by June 30"?)

And she brought up the "snog-your-buddies" approach to avoid being drafted (hell, if they want to make being queer a disqualification, I know a few guys who I suspect would suspend their homophobia for the greater good) and that left me with nice, nice mental images.


Fuck you, Dubya, for making me worry about the health and safety of my bondmates above and beyond the usual levels of everyday danger that they're in.

Bless you, calligrafiti, for bringing to my mind the diverting image of my bondmates snogging, for any reason whatsoever.