Protesters wear masks of President Bush, left, Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice, and Vice President Cheney at a rally to oppose the Iraq oil law at a Chevron gas station in San Francisco, Thursday, April 19, 2007. (AP Photo/Jeff Chiu)
Well, OK, sure: that's the scene in communesque San Francisco today. But whenever I see giant-headed facsimiles of Condi 'n' pals, I instantly fall into a reverie, a misty-eyed mental journey to a post-Bush Republican theme park. And if you think about it, that's totally what they should do instead of a dumb, boring library. I mean, who do they think they're fooling? You could have friendly, waving giant-headed George 'n' Dicks welcoming the converted to fabulous Neo-Contazia, and roaming cuddly Grover Norquists and comical Scott McClellans for photo-ops, a twenty-minute wait in line to sit ever-so-briefly in Condi's Matching Armchairs™ and --Uh, oh!-- watch out for the big bad Wolfowitz! It makes me feel all warm and family-valuable inside, like I'm a toddler snuggling in Jean Kirkpatrick's lap, all safe and cuddly.
Um... but everybody feels that way sometimes, right?