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George Bush is following in my footsteps.

That’s on one hand sad to say but on the other hopeful that maybe he’ll be more like me some day. This week Dubbya is heading over to Vietnam and stopping in Moscow on the way. Although I’m sure he probably already Hotwired a pretty good deal on Air Force One he really should take the road more traveled (relative to local populations that is).

If George took the train from Moscow to Vietnam he may just learn enough to deserve an ounce of the political power he has.

I suggest that you, George, take the train home at least. Don’t be afraid of the people of the world being angry with you. They are of course, but when riding the pine next to them for days on end they probably won’t care too much as long as you accept their offers of homemade vodka etc.

Get out along the way. You might be surprised that people don’t take you so seriously in… well, pretty much everywhere else in world. Anywhere you aren’t a citizen or waging war anyway. You next to Hitler? Don’t be offended. It’s like a “Vote for Pedro” shirt over there. It’s funny! Although from personal experience, the Osama t-shirts actually out-sell you. Wherever you get off is the center of the world for who ever lives there regardless of if you’re there or not. Midland, Texas is a long way away and Washington D.C. isn’t that much closer.

I hope you learn something from your trip anyway. In my opinion every president should have to have taken a few trips like this before they’re even considered to be written in for leader of the free world. The catch is that the more trips like this you take, the less you would ever want to be president.

So here’s hoping you eat something you’ve never heard of, get pickpocketed and have a beer with someone you can’t understand. You are, after all, the president most people would want to share a beer with.

They say that when a leaf falls a flower petal grows… Or is it that when boat sinks an airplane takes off? Um, when winter comes heating prices go up?? I think what I’m trying to say is that sometimes one life is replaced by another.

Alas, Squeak’s legacy has passed into the history of the Davauer Scrolls. But hark!, it will be replaced by the coming of the less hairy (temporarily that is considering his/her gene pool) heir to the Davauer fortune or at least to the ownership of this domain.

It has been forseen by the great pee-stick of 99.9% accuracy. Rachel and Nat have seen “The Mark” that predicts the chosen one will come. The line that is followed by the other line appeared in conjunction confirming the great prophecy will be fulfilled. A new Davauer is coming!

This will now give me something to blog about that isn’t completley made up even if it is less interesting. Does the internet need someone else blogging about their baby? Good question. One that can only be answered by user feedback. I expect everyone to comment on every post so I can quit my job and earn a living boring the whole of Cyberspace about how someone somewhere had a baby a la dooce.com.

I will however promise our baby will be the most interesting baby to read about on the internet. Think of it as a reality show the likes of which has never been seen. Two Thirty-somethings Have a Baby. Hmm.. or better yet “Project Baby: America’s Top Thirty-Somethings Survive Having a Baby That Might be a Big Brother Some Day.” Solid gold!

This is Squeak on her last morning.

This is the look I received in answer the the one question I always thought she would tell me in the end: “How did you catch, kill and eat a bird leaving nothing but feathers for me in my apartment when all the windows were closed?”

Fade out.