December 24, 1996
If we must put people to death, why not at Wendy's. Is
midnight in a prison basement better? Wendy's provides
the two things an execution needs most: plenty of light,
and refreshments. The light allows the condemned to feel
death as an inevitable blending. The refreshments allow
the audience to take in their own hands the tamed
substance and to feel themselves securely on this side of the blender.

This morning while getting my oil change/fuel-system tune-up/new tires I read the complete text of Joe Wenderoth's seminal Letters to Wendy's, which we here at Backwards City have mentioned several times before. It's a great book, which would surely be on everyone's top-ten-of-2005 list had it not been published five years ago. It's not something you can so much communicate -- the book really has to be experienced.

The one above seemed to fit the feel of the day, what with the Governator's big termination and all. Two others we haven't copyright-infringed before:

August 19, 1996
Today I was thinking that it might be nice to be able, in
one's last days, to move into a Wendy's. Perhaps a Wendy's
life-support system could even be created and given a
Wendy's slant; liquid fries, from instance, and burgers and
Frosties continually dripped into one's vegetable dream
locus. It would intensify the visits of the well, too, to see
that such care is being taken for their destiny.

April 7, 1997
This fear of dying -- does it make sense? I look forward to
news of the final descent, wherein I will gain unlimited
access to drugs and to being cared for. Since we have come
to understand how thoroughly artificial our significance is,
and since we have at the same time invented great new
drugs to ease pain,I see no other conclusion: this is the
most wonderful time ever to be dying!