Now we know what Bush watches on TV (Hint: Not body bags coming out of Iraq)

    Aaarrghh! The State of the Union address just ended. I thought I was prepared for anything Bush could throw out there. The ridiculous health care reforms, the plan to "win" in Iraq—I knew these were coming, got through them by enjoying the expressions of controlled disgust on Nancy's and Hillary's faces, and by watching Teddy and John (McCain) trying to stay awake, you know they've heard all this before.

    So it wasn't the big things that set me off on a rant, nearly knocking over the root beer on the nearby tray table (my teen son and a friend were playing a "drink to the State of the Union" game, taking sips of root beer whenever Bush used various pat phrases). Nope, it was one of Bush's heros. This year, along with the guy that jumped on the subway tracks to save a guy that fell, Bush honored the creator of Baby Einstein. (And no, I'm not linking there.)

    Baby Einstein! Give me a break. This is the woman that convinced parents that it's perfectly OK to prop up babies in front of the television because it's educational (they don't even have to be old enough to sit)! The woman that found the perfect combination of music and colors to hypnotize a baby into complete docility, to ensure that the next generation really will be passive observers, not interacting or caring much about the people around them or their environment.

    Or, perhaps, this is the woman that has found the way to raise the perfect Republican...