Well, I recall a Mad Magazine or National Lampoon cartoon that depicted Nancy Reagan (I believe). All I want for Christmas is my two front tits.
Uh, world peace? Yeah, right. Actually plenty of those single shot .22 rifles like they have at the carnivals and plenty of free bullets for those that have been fighting each other since time began. And a nuclear weapon for anyone that violates the power of a .22 Short in mucking with thems of us that evolved. Think big-assed parking lots.
I'd like one of those kindle (sp?) things that allow you to read a book on a plastic/electronic gadget that you wouldn't like to drop in the tub full of bubbles whilst enjoying a glass of Ripple and a Moon Pie. The Catcher in the Rye comes to mind, but then Atlas Shrugged. Oh, well. Who is John Galt?
The clean planet I've got, save for when I venture over to West Virginia. Over the side of the mountain, and out of sight. Governing for the right reason is reserved for whatever I would do were I care to venture into the sewer of politics. Forget the skeletons in my closet - I wouldn't want to get my clean sneakers dirty wading around in that muck.
Finishing college for the little one? I just want him to finish picking up the toys in the yard so's I don't hear that clunk as a squirt gun goes shooting out the grass chute to blend with the dandelions.
Okay, I want a few CDs. 70's rock and roll. And a unicycle. I think doing a decent pattern from the comfort of a banana shaped seat and then casually riding back to the pits weaving in and out of other folks' stunt ships sounds like a fine idea. And who wouldn't?