Hey, so, Hunter’s in D.C.! And, naturally, we’re hanging out with my Beaver. And, um, okay, so, we’re nerdy and a little drunk and so we totally were sitting next to each other on my couch after the gratuitous beaver shot and I found something that we had to share with you.

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This car belongs to a neighbor of mine. I have seen it every night for the last 3 weeks. It puzzles me. This is a Prius Hybrid, and costs extra to own and, ’round these parts, you have to wait for ages to get yours. I do not live in a neighborhood where one would be able to use it to get on the HOV (i.e., carpool) lanes by virtue of having a hybrid, which is why hybrids are hugely popular in the Virginia suburbs. This is actually someone willing to fuck up the paint on his or her late model Prius Hybrid automobile with a McCain sticker. Please discuss amongst yourselves. I plan to contemplate it while drinking further.

Independence Day was on TV tonight, and I remain unable to resist this movie. So, I was sort of half-watching and messing around with other things until the scene in which President Bill Pullman says goodbye to his dying wife Mary McDonnell and I realized that I’d seen this kind of pairing more recently. Tell me there’s not a resemblance.

Not that it’s not slightly out-of-date, but do you recall the movie? Pullman was this President who rode into office on a wave of idealism and new ideas (cough, Obama, cough) but then compromises his way into poor job approval until the end of the world. Instead of being all angry about the Two Americas, Angry Johnny should’ve taken a page from President Pullman’s playbook and gone for aspirational. Or only had the one cute kid. And then relied on the end of the world to fix everything.

FYI, a naked President Pullman picture can be found here. You know you’re gonna click it, don’t deny.