Even challenging Dubya to a pronunciation bee can’t save Uncle Duke’s weird horse race for the White House. In the end, the former Ambassador passes out in a snow bank while the Cheney Administration kicks into high gear. Predictablistically, the new presidential syntax isn’t the only thing that’s tortured and strange. Take myvulture.com, an Internet company born and born-again, worth $1 million or $500, depending on whether you ask the CEO or his mother; or look at Joanie Caucus as the turnover in Washington casts her career into play, if not into midlife crisis; or consider J.J. and Zeke, whose pay-per-view, online wedding yields mucho buzz but zero bucks–just like the rest of the Net. Yes, it’s a Dubya Dubya Dubya world. Doonesbury just downloads it.