Gould Effect

Very strange dream last night. I'm driving down a crowded highway towards New Orleans, and I see a crowd has formed on the shoulder - George Bush has a boombox and is doing the robot to early 80s hip-hop. He runs and jumps into my car with a few Secret Service, and we head to Burger King. For some reason, they have a red carpet waiting room, like the VIP clubs at the airport. We sit in the room and talk.

"George, how do you have time to listen to all of the reports from all of your advisors?"

"Do you want to know the truth, Daniel? You have to chase after what you believe. I don't worry about the rest."