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The Fire Next Time
In this day of anonymous email trashings, un-informed blog posts, and you tube mistakes that last forever, we rarely see political second chances. But last week a disgraced public servant rose like a Phoenix from the ashes to reclaim former glory in the political arena.
Mark Sanford has been elected to represent Charleston, and South Carolina, in the United States Congress. In a room where everyone is addressed as “honorable” Sanford will have an opportunity to regain the revered glow…
Obama Wan Kenobi
I’m outraged. Here I am, working my ass off, trying my best to get along with people on the other side of the aisle, trying to get a Grand Bargain and they pull this latest crap. It’s not at all funny. When I first saw the picture we were at the water cooler just outside the Oval Office. I’d just separated Susan Rice and John Kerry. It was their third fistfight this week. (Rice is short but she has a temper and she was really kicking Kerry’s ass.) Anyway, it’s then that I see the picture falling out of Rice’s hands. Get this: the guy playing the Devil on the hit show, The Bible is my Doppelganger –my exact look-a-like.
My elder daughter will soon be wed. Yes, of course I’m a proud father, and yes, of course I’m happy for her, and yes, of course I’m pleased with the man who will be her husband, and yes, blah blah blah.
But in case Western society hasn’t caught on, we’re in the twenty-first century. The antiquated notion that the family of the bride has to pay for essentially EVERYTHING associated with the nuptials ought to be just that—antiquated. Yeah, yeah, the groom’s family is paying for the rehearsal dinner. Big whoop. Let’s compare lists, shall we?
Who'll Be Infallible?
Black Pope Cometh? Yankee Pope Goeth?
Lately, I am especially intrigued by odds and probabilities. This recent fascination can be traced back to last December when I was pondering whether to pay bills or buy Christmas gifts. The ultimate decision hinged on the odds of the Mayans being right in their prediction of an upcoming Apocalypse. Not long into the deliberations, I was poking around one of those gambling websites that handicaps various events. When it came to Mayan’s predictions, the site promised there “…is a better chance of the Pope quitting or a meteor hitting Russia next February than the chances of…
Bringing Us Closer
Have you engaged in the newest of social phenomenons, “endorsing?”
The job networking site “LinkedUp” or “HookedIn,” or whatever-the-hell it’s called, allows you to tell the world that someone you know, think you know, or wish you knew, possesses abilities that other people, who you don’t know, should know about. “LumpedIn” or “WhoseOutThere” is a social network that is supposed to connect you to other people in hopes of obtaining work. Well, that ship sailed, and it was decided we would all be better off just “endorsing “ each other instead. It’s sort of a really lame, cyber pat on the back.
The joke going around now asks how much would you donate to save the entire U.S. Congress if it were held hostage by terrorists demanding $100 million and threatening to douse them all with gas and set them on fire. As a man going from car to car collecting donations in a long traffic jam tells one driver who wonders what everyone on average is giving: “Roughly a gallon.”
Even with the price of gas going up, I’d give two. With the “sequestration” …
2 Middle Fingers Up
Johnny “Bo-Bo” Boehner and Barack “O-man” Obama have done it again, once more on a nationally extended prime time stage. At the behest of their Big Casino puppet masters they’ve created a melodrama more compelling than “The Real Houseboys of Capitol Hill”, more comic than “Gimme Some Honey, Bo-Bo” and more horrifying than “Saw This: The K Street Crimes.”
Back when Big Koch Productions first took over Potomac Pork it was not immediately clear that the creative model for future presentations would be World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE), but the theatrical styling and the White Hat/Black Hat faux conflict approach has bedazzled and enchanted the American public. As one wag put it: “The stupid just gets deeper and deeper.”
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