In this dream nothing happens.

The angry mustached Bolton does not set up shop in Manhattan's little block of international territory that is the U.N. The wisdom of the masses prevails as they realize that private accounts might not be that hot of an idea. With inflation popping up again, and the prospect of a shaky fiscal year ahead, a majority of the masses — and their respective representatives — realize how Bush's Social Security plan would make them more individually insecure. The plan crashes into the ground, rendering the President a lame duck just in time for the all the Supreme Court justices to retire. The filibuster survives, Frist retires, Lott resigns, and all the moderate judicial appointees pass smoothly through the floor.

My God, all my thoughts of obstructionism make me feel slimy, a bit Newtish perhaps?