Fab idea! Let's all quit giving a shit about EVERYTHING! Excuse me, could I have a fridgerator that gives off CFC's, a 3-mile to the gallon automobile (when they come back from Iraq, that is!), genetically engineered food with a good helping of pesticides on top from corporate-owned and controlled seed stock, some of them nice rugs from Asia that are made by children who are ankle-locked to the loom they work on for twelve hours a day, did I mention I like those bananas with the pesticides that make the pickers really sick, whatever, they are too poor to count anyway, oh, but they count stitches, ha ha, that's a good one! Potatoes, I like the ones from Texas that get picked by migrant laborer teenagers who really don't need to go to school they are busy picking my food for me. Oh, save my kid a spot in Tranquility Bay. I have to run out to Saks to pick up some $1,000 dollar-shoes. Tell Laura I called, I LOVE their plan over in the middle east, she MUST tell me who this Halliburton man is, yum yum, I'm horny for him already. By the way, my hairdresser does heroin. Either that or he's gay. Lock the dear up, will you? I think he would enjoy prison a whole lot. Ennyhoo, sick of caring, glad the trend is going in the other direction, the 80's were bitchin'! Rah rah, girls. Let's give Sammie some Manolo Blahniks and a night on the town with Dr. Pill. Sammie, you are so hot when you harden your heart to suffering! Get the girl an agent.