My Hardcore Dusky Audit, Layered with 36 Real Band-Aids

The Chariot is driving you full-speed into a crazy and passionate love affair with the cat in the window of the building across the street, dear Shimmy. However, with the Hanged Man interfering, you need to watch out.

You might receive a registered letter from Diane Fedele, President of Chaffey Community Republican Women, saying that if Barack Obama is elected, his image will appear (on a donkey's body) on food stamps -- instead of on dollar bills, like other presidents!

Or Diane Fedele might send you a fax that says:

Dear Shimmy,

I'm not a racist. I once supported Alan Keyes. I didn't see the image of Obama (on a donkey's body) on food stamps the way everyone else is taking it. I never connected. It was just food to me. It didn't mean anything else.

Love,
Diane Fedele

Or your vehicle might hit a big rock on the road and overturn, like when the furiously flesh-elemental Laura Bush murdered that guy who was her ex-boyfriend, running over his chest with her car on a clear night on dry pavement at a crossroads described as "the middle of nowhere" (where the view was unobstructed and the stop sign that faced Laura Bush was clearly visible).

All along the way today traps and potholes might be lurking, Shimmy.

You are advised, therefore, to travel at a slower speed and to study the red laser-pointer as it flies up the wall then back down again.

In your professional environment, you are going through a phase of discouragement. Hard as you try to get the Wastebasket Enemy Combatant to reveal which bathtub Bill Ayers is sleeping in, you can’t help but feel that your efforts go to waste. You feel that nobody gives you recognition for your labors -- even when you strap the Wastebasket Enemy Combatant to an inclined board, with his feet raised and head lowered, and you wrap cellophane around his head and pour water over him to simulate drowning.

You won't see mice under the stove until it gets colder, and you might not get a smile from the Wastebasket Enemy Combatant when you rub your face against him. He is tightly bound and cannot move. Try not to see things from the Wastebasket Enemy Combatant's perspective. You’ve also got the Sun smiling on you!