The state of Californian gubernatorial affairs resembles nothing so much as the busted-up bits at the bottom of a box of animal crackers: a horned head here, part of a wing, a pair of forelegs, a feathered tail. What a chimerical beast this must have been, and oh what we could learn from it, if only it could be reassembled.
Submitted for your perusal: President Bush inaction figure. Not posable. Not bendable. No kung-fu action. Sure as hell not safe for children under 3 years of age.
My favorite aspect of science fiction is that any fanatical fringe group has not only the opportunity, but also the obligation, to demonstrate the feasibility of their idea by packing up and colonizing a distant, marginally hospitable planet.