 During the State of the Union address, as President Clinton drones on about building a bridge to the 20th century ("not made of straw, not made of hay, but made of bipartisan brick"), Al Gore s mind begins to wander. In his mind s eye he s no longer seated behind the President next to a grinning Dennis Hastert; rather, the Vice President, wearing only lei and loincloth, is dancing among the trees. Carried away by the fantasy, he s soon rubbing his back against a Bubba Tree. What will it take to awaken him from this daydream?