Topic: "A Code in My Node"
Sam is losing a battle in sinus cavities. Despite the deployment of sufficient chemical weaponry to have truly justified the Iraqi incursion, noble Sam is a Spartan at the Bridge of Thermopylae. The malaise which accompanies this plague gives Sam the appearance of Jimmy Carter, wrapped in a sweater in front of a fireplace, trying to reason with the unreasonable. There is no solution, seven percent or otherwise.
If George W. Bush really wanted to do something to establish his legacy, he would not be wasting his time trying to convince people that he has a better idea for Social Security. By the same token, he would scotch all discussion of another manned trip to some heavenly body. If he really had a clue, he would summon all his medical practitioners, including the magical Dr. Frist, and instruct them to cure the common cold.
Could you imagine the benefit to mankind, and to the restoration of American standing around the world? People might honestly forget about the incompetence, the negligence, the deception, the lawlessness, the arrogance, the stupidity, the malice, the mismanagement, the bigotry, the pain if he simply had the good sense to do something for everyone, not just for his own ego.
There are Hobbits who believe that the pharmaceutical companies have conspired with the Administration to prevent the implementation of this medical geophysical effort. The loss of income to these corporate entities would mean a significant reduction in their financial support as contributors. If that is true, then Sam may be in a terminal situation.
Imagine, if you will, that someday a social paleontoligist comes across documentary evidence in some forgotten floppy disks in the belly of the Archives, that every analgesic product developed after 1970 was structured to maintain nausea rather than end it. All of these decongestants and antihistamines were designed to continue suffering, not shorten it. Just imagine.
Wonder if anybody ever developed a hangover remedy in Crawford?