There were a few things I thought I should write about today. Well, I had ideas. And then, after careful consideration and a cup of coffee, they didn't seem like ideas I wanted to get into.

Like this one: the less than one percent of the country who saved the most money from the tax cuts should give it back to pay for the war and lower the national debt.

I thought, for a little while yesterday, that this was a good idea. It could have been the American-made vodka talking. But now, after watching bloated and bald white men say that record profits for oil companies in the last few quarters are misleading, I realize the richest 1% in the country really do need all the money. That when you break down where that record profit comes from, it's not really price gouging when they raise the price of a gallon of gasoline sixty cents in a month. These men, who seem to be in very poor health (but this health is fully insured, I'm sure) from sitting around counting money all day, really should be trusted with the wealth of the nation. They certainly do take care of us.

I don't understand the complexities of doing taxes when you make millions of dollars a year. Nay--billions of dollars a year. I certainly couldn't do those taxes, so the best thing to do is not tax them. Those people do so much for the rest of us.

And then there is how the war in Iraq is turning around. Suddenly, in the last few weeks, everything is okay in Iraq. They've decided to someday, maybe even soon, convene and talk about having a government. Hurrah! Problem solved.

Condi and Rummy went down to Iraqi-town to warn them that, uh, well, they better get their act together or, uh, they might have to come down and tell them to get their act together again. This is a positive sign. This is fixing the problems, I think.

I could be a little cynical about all of this. I might suggest there isn't much leverage the US can use against a country we've already blown up a few times. We can't really threaten them with taking troops away, since we're building permanent super bases and super embassy compounds. We're not taking anyone anywhere.

So I'm not going to talk about that. What can I say when everything is changing so dramatically three years after our mission of blowing up the sovereign nation of Iraq was accomplished?

Can I talk about tomorrow? The great day of the walkout? May 1st is a new holiday--it's don't go into work or school day.

That's cool with me. I'm not going into to work. I'm gonna practice with the band, but that's not work and we don't actually get paid. No undocumented worker could take my place behind the drum kit. And they certainly could not howl as intensely with the hope of some harmony as I do. No, this domain is mine alone to master.

I saw A Day Without A Mexican. It was funny at times. The acting was kind of iffy, but the notion was interesting.

And so is Mexico's decision to legalize small amounts of every drug known to man. In a few weeks, I might be able to go down South and get a line of coke with my meal. Or an after dinner toke. Here's an interesting question: if I'm on vacation in Mexico and I ingest a drug or two (legal in Mexico, but illegal in the States), does this count against me on my drug test? I mean, if it's legal where I do it, what am I doing wrong?

I think that's the problem I'm having today. It seems like nothing anyone does is wrong. Everyone seems to have a reasonable justification for their strange ideas.

I don't know what everyone's getting all worked up about. Everything is going great.

Except all those abortions and condoms and gay weddings and everything that happens in Africa. We gotta do something about that stuff.

But not tomorrow. I'm taking the day off.

Matt Worley is protesting everything later.