A Politician Who Can Step Up
President Obama admits to making a mistake with the Daschle debacle, saying, “I consider this a mistake on my part, one that I intend to fix and correct and make sure that we’re not screwing up again,” and “So this is a mistake — probably not the first one I’m going to be making in this office, but what I’m absolutely committed to doing is fixing it.”
I admire a man, President or not, who can admit when he fucks up. Will he get that admiration from the people who want him to fail? Doubtful. And while I’m on the topic, what kind of American wishes for the President to fail? It’s one thing to expect it; it’s quite another to hope for it.
Secondly, check out this four-month-old article about ACORN. Looks like maybe that was all so much blown smoke, too. But then, it is the IHT, which is SUCH the mouthpiece for the entire liberal agena.
http://www.iht.com/articles/ap/2008/10/18/america/Fraud-or-Foolishness.php
And that’s about all. After over six years, I’m starting to get a little tired of blogging. Maybe I’ll get reinterested one of these days.
Update
I haven’t posted much lately, here or on my other blog, because frankly, it’s just too much effort. I’ve been taking my medication regularly for a longer period of time than ever before, and I must say, I love the results. It’s amazing what they can do with drugs these days. I just go along, and I don’t panic, and I’m not too sad, and I’m not too happy. Really, I’m just marking time until I die, (which time I hope is sooner rather than later), but I’m OK with that, thanks to the drugs. I used to tell people this was no way to live, but then I experienced it, and it’s one hell of a lot better than the only alternative I’ve known.
I am working on an entry, though, that touches on my thoughts about the major events of the past month or so. I’ll post it eventually.
Secret Service Protection
I was going to post on this, but my friend Paul did it so eloquently–and I am so lazy–that I decided to just quote his entry. His amazing blog, what you can see of it, can be found here. Paul is a libertarian-with-a-lowercase-”l”. He’s also an excellent writer and a very good friend of mine. (Which means, I hope, that he won’t mind me stealing his work. 
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I’m tired of the news reporting on this as if someone was intentionally aiming to slight George W. Bush. Yes, he will be the first former US President who will not receive lifetime Secret Service protection — his and Laura’s protection will only last ten years. But just so you know… the Former Presidents Act was passed in 1996 by a Republican Congress, and took effect beginning with the next newly elected president. Bill Clinton was first elected in 1993, so he and Hillary will have lifetime protection.
And this is someone who thinks the media is liberally biased…
And I Mean This In The Most Non-Creepy Way Possible…
Ted Danson is married to Mary Steenburgen. Mary Steenburgen is from Newport, Arkansas. Ted and Mary have a home here. If I ever see Ted Danson, I’ll probably have to jump him.
Just letting people know.
Funny, By Me
picture is of my Scooter
captioned using wigflip.com/roflbot/
Torch
Since I first heard Alanis’ song Torch, I’ve wondered how she could sing it live without crying, since I can’t even sing it in my car without crying. After watching a few YouTube videos, I’ve decided she can’t; she just has more control than I do. Here are the lyrics, if you’re interested. And for the record, I think Ryan Reynolds is a moron.
Torch
I miss your smell and your style
And your pure abiding way
Miss your approach to life
And your body in my bed
Miss your take on anything
And the music you would play
Miss cracking up and wrestling
And our debriefs at end of dayThese are things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
I never dreamed I would have to lay down
My torch for you like thisI miss your neck and your gait
And your sharing what you write
Miss you walking through the front door
Documentaries in your hand
Miss traveling our traveling
And your fun and charming friends
Miss our Big Sur getaways
And to watch you love my dogsThese are things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
I never dreamed I would have to lay down
My torch for you like thisOne step one prayer
I soldier on, simulating moving onI miss your warmth
And the thought of us bringing up our kids
And the part of you that walks
With your stick-tied handkerchiefThese are things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
I never dreamed I would have to lay down
My torch for you like thisThese are things that I miss
These are not times for the weak of heart
These are the days of raw despondence
I never dreamed I would have to lay down
My torch for you like this
This Christmas
This Christmas I am thankful for time with family; a cousin who returned from his second tour in Iraq safe and sound; generous parents; the creators of Frasier; and the employees at Veoh.com who make it possible for me to watch without cable.
OMGSOBORED!!!
I’m bored at work a lot. I’ve mentioned it before. Today, however, is the slowest day I’ve had in a long time. I’ve been busy, and still the time has gone slowly. Normally, busyness makes the time fly. But today, I am bored. Tomorrow, I suspect, will be even worse. They’re going to let us off early, but not early enough for me to make my family’s Christmas Eve party. But I get to go on Christmas Day, so it’s all good. I guess.
Christ. There are children in the seating area. Just what I need. Can’t they keep the little spawn in the playroom where they belong?
OK. I think I’m bored here, too.
Annual Christmas Rant
Every year, it seems, the Christmas music starts earlier. This is fine with me, as I love Christmas music–that is, most Christmas music. There are three songs that I absolutely loathe. The first two barely deserve a mention, as I loathe them simply because they’re remarkably irritating, and they are: “Simply Having a Wonderful Christmastime” by Paul McCartney and “Happy Christmas (War is Over)” by John Lennon and Yoko Ono. They’re annoying. I hate them. Moving on.
The third song deserves more attention–and it gets it, since I go on this tirade every year–because it is downright offensive. “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” is utterly vile. I know you’re wondering what can be so bad about it; well, I’ll tell you. It’s the following lines:
“Oh, bring us some figgy pudding…
We won’t go until we get some…”
Oh? So you’re making me get off my lazy behind, get dressed, go to the door, and listen to your tone-deaf caterwauling, and you won’t get out of my doorway until I give you some of my food? Fuck you. I bet you’ll leave if I turn the hose on your grinning faces.
See, we talk about the greed of Christmas today, but this song is from the 16th century. Christmas has been about greed for a long, long time. President-Elect Obama has promised change (at least, I think I recall him mentioning it once…), and I hope he does the right thing and stamps this song–and the horrible greed it promotes–out for good!
