Q: If we can impeach a President for lying about a blow job,
don't you think we could find a law that allows us to impeach one for stupidity
or reckless endangerment? How about fiscal irresponsibility?
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I think I'm going to view last night's State of the Union address as a form
of theatre. It's quite obvious that Reverend W. was preaching to his faithful
choir; all those happy puppets bobbing up from their seats every couple of paragraphs
to cheer, if not always enthusiastically or authentically. The steamroller is
on for the war, and my bet is something like February 6, we'll wake up to reports
that bombers are hitting Baghdad. Apparently, Putin is starting to waver, and
that's about all they need to get the Security Council to vote in favor of an
attack.
Yeah, he shaded a lot of things, like making it sound like Senior Citizens
could stay with their current health plan and get medicine, when in fact they
have to switch to an HMO to get coverage for medicine. Like continuing to cite
average tax savings when median savings is a lot lower and more reflective
of what typical people will get.
I like the way during the recap, Tim Russert was aksed about the chances of
some of the proposals passing, and he commented that nothing was going to get
done before the war, and that many of the ideas didn't even have support of
powerful Republicans - like the chairman of the House Ways and Means Committe.
In short, claptrap and theatre. Then, he had to bring God in on the deal. Yecch.
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Hey - he said "new-kyoo-lur"! All that coaching, and he still sounds
like a huckleberry. Shock of shocks, that pronunciation has actually made its
way into Webster's dictionary!!!
Brett Axel, Poet Extraordinaire, has forwarded this invitation
from the White House:
Laura Bush
requests the pleasure of your company
at a reception and
White House Symposium on
"Poetry and the American Voice"
on Wednesday, February 12, 2003
at one o'clock
His recommendation:
If you can, come to the White House with your anti-war poems for this event.
If they don't let you in, leave your poem for Laura. If you can't make it, send
your
poem(s) by e-mail to BOA poet and invitee Sam Hamill at kokua@olympus.net
and he'll be sure and get your words to her.
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In preparation for the State of the Union address, the
DNC wants your opinion.They also have issued a midterm
report.
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Sudafed the Merciful
Somewhere after 10pm last night, I ate my first food since Saturday night: a couple of servings of Denise's great homemade chicken soup. Saturday
evening, I developed a nagging cough that got progressively worse as the night
progressed. We had been out visiting Chris and Andrea, and by the time I got
home, I had a serious chill, awful congestion, and probably the weirdest headache
I'd ever had. For once, I had pretty much every symptom on the Sudafed box.
I took two caplets, and was amazed to hear my coughing begin to subside minutes later. I was thrilled to feel the
congestion decrease. My headache diminished, but it was stubborn, and took a
while to vanish completely. Aside from the fact that I think the Sudafed dried
me out, the stuff has been great for this illness. I haven't had to experience
much of it.
Best of all, the Sudafed allowed me to sleep - which I did all day Sunday and
most of Monday. By Monday afternoon, I was essentially taking cat naps. Somewhere
around 3:30 this morning, my eyes opened, and I haven't been able to get back
to sleep. So here I am, blogging.
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Sitting at Chris' place on Saturday, he mentioned that the web had been a bit
slow that day. I realize now that it was caused by the SQL
Slammer worm. I wonder how the worm affected him over at BigLaw. (As of
now, he hasn't mentioned much on his blog)
Waking up from my 2-day sleep, I feel a bit like I missed
the whole thing.
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Geek Humor
Two hydrogen molecules are walking down the street. One turns to the other and says:
"Hey, I just lost an electron!"
"Are you sure?", the first one says.
The second says "Yeah, I'm Positive!"
.:: One benefit of having a good education is being able to appreciate corny stuff like this.
The
President might ask himself, "Wait a minute. How did I get into Yale?"
The essay doesn't go into specifics, but I read another commentary recently
on the Michigan case that indicated that several white or Asian students with
lower test scores than the plaintiff were admitted to Michigan in the same year.
Kinda dilutes the assertion that some darky musta stole' da lady's seat, yet
look how far the case has progressed in the courts.
It's also satisfying to know that I got better SAT scores than Bushy.
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A little musical inspiration forwarded from a friend down-under:
Sing the following lyrics to the tune of:
"If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands"
If we cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq.
If the markets hurt your Mama, bomb Iraq.
If the terrorists are Saudi, and the bank takes back your Audi,
and the TV shows are bawdy,
Bomb Iraq.
If the corporate scandals growin', bomb Iraq.
And your ties to them are showin', bomb Iraq.
If the smoking gun ain't smokin', we don't care, and we're not
jokin'.
That Saddam will soon be croakin',
Bomb Iraq.
Even if we have no allies, bomb Iraq.
From the sand dunes to the valleys, bomb Iraq.
So to hell with the inspections, Let's look tough for the
elections,
Close your mind and take directions,
Bomb Iraq.
While the globe is slowly warming, bomb Iraq.
Yay! the clouds of war are storming, bomb Iraq.
If the ozone hole is growing, Some things we prefer not knowing.
(Though our ignorance is showing),
Bomb Iraq.
So here's one for dear old daddy, bomb Iraq.
From his favorite little laddy, bomb Iraq.
Saying "no" would look like treason. It's the Hussein hunting
season.
Even if we have no reason,
Bomb Iraq.
