Take note! I just thought of a reason why having a President Palin might not be so bad:

This thought came to me while watching Matt Damon's interview in which he described his fears about a Palin presidency. Damon worried what skills Palin, a self-proclaimed hockey mom, might bring to a confrontation with Vladimir Putin.

Hang on! Vladimir Putin! Isn't that the guy who keeps being photographed topless, sunlight reflecting off of his muscular torso as he goes fishing in the Russian wilderness? The guy who recently shot a rampaging tiger that was about to devour a camera crew?

Who better than Palin to have a sit-down with Putin? She can invite him to Alaska to hunt wolves from airplanes, talk fishing and compare sporting rifles. Maybe after meeting in the Kremlin they can have a game of hockey.

I'm not kidding. Putin has gone out of his way to create the image of Macho Manly Man. Maybe having a politician who shares some of his interests, whom Putin can bond with, might not be so bad. After all, when the time comes for serious discussion, there will be handlers and diplomats out the wazoo making sure neither Putin nor Palin say anything stupid.

If America's goal is to regain the respect of countries like France and Germany, Obama's their man. He has the kind of sophisticated, educated air that Europeans like. But if the goal is peaceful relations with Russia, a good-looking gun-loving chick with a journalism degree might be just the ticket.

Perhaps doomsday isn't just around the corner.

You see, this is what happens. The Canadian federal parties go and do something moronic like not want to let May into the debate, I intend to write about my feelings on this subject but get lazy for a few days, and before I know what's what the Canadian public are up in an uproar about this and the party leaders decide to pull their heads out of their bums. Now everything is hunky dory, and I have no political topics to comment on today.

So here are some other reflections:

1) I saw a man with tiger stripe tattoos on the subway this morning! His arms and neck were covered in furry stripes. Presumably, the rest of him was too. ZOMG!

2) After discussing the matter with the UN, NATO, OPEC and the Freemasons, we've come to an agreement where celebrities I would like to sleep with are no longer allowed to be gay. Anderson! Ger your ass back over to this side!

3) This website makes me feel better. However, I still indend to plan for the worst (and hope for the best).