Oh, and don’t try to call them. Their phone is always busy. Thank you, government!
Government says women have no right to drug (from Salon). Wow… and I thought we were bad.
In the words of Eve, “Corporations are bastards.“
So, El Presidente threw out the first pitch in New York the other night. He made it across the plate! I know, how hard can it be to throw a ball 60 (is that how far it is) feet? Well, he dad didn’t do it. I have burned in the back of my brain George Bush Senior throwing a ball in the dust about 15 feet short of home plate. I don’t even know why I remember it, but it made my little teenage brain wonder about how much power this guy actually had if he can’t even throw a baseball.
There you have it, my less than cool but slightly interesting tidbit of the morning.
Is anyone else tired of commercials that try to play to our sense of patriotism? Whether it’s the big 4 automakers asking us to “Keep America Rolling” by going into amazing amounts of debt to buy their overpriced, under-tested vehicles? Is it the low-budget mail order companies offering us crappy plastic flags for our cars, lapels or other “smooth surfaces”?
Patriotism is not spending money. It’s not being a good little consumer. It’s not listening to some skinny, snobby Canadian chick sing God Bless America.
When will Bush stop telling us to keep spending and start telling us what isn’t going to be the same? When will he corral the voices in his administration? It seems the leaks come from all over, and even the spokespeople can’t keep their stories straight. I with they would stop sending Dick Cheney and John Ashcroft out to play bad cop while the President keeps talking about the “evil ones”, which makes this sound like a video game and not a war.
I’m not into chest-thumping, but wow. This editorial is rather enlightening.
In case you forgot… Digital Journalist has a special issue: Seeing the Horror. Some amazing images, but not for the faint of heart.
I like Tony Blair. No, not that way, you perv. He seems like a good leader, temperate, intelligent and savvy when it comes to dealing with difficult situations. Plus, he has a great way with words (something I wish he could teach our guy). After the IRA start disarming, he said, “This is the day we were told would never happen. I hope we can be forgiven for indulging in hope. It is in short enough supply.” Short, sweet and to the point.
Good morning, sunshine. How does it feel to wake up and realize (finally) that your entire world has changed and will never be the same? It’s taken almost a month, but it’s finally sunk in. The stock options I had such faith in 18 months ago are worth about a third what they were then, and there’s very little light at the end of the rainbow. Still, I’m better off than the folks who bet the farm on a startup that’s now just a memory.
The old reliable stuff like TV, football, movies and entertainment in general doesn’t have the draw it once did. CNN’s the order of the day, and the news isn’t good.
They say that we’re in a national state of shock/mourning. They’re right. I’m shocked. I’m mourning our national lost innocence. We’re so short-sighted, and have even shorter memories. I think I now know what the country felt like on in December of 1963, a month after President Kennedy was assassinated. Lost, wandering, watching the news and not believing it.
I can’t believe that anthrax is a real threat, and that the Postal Service won’t spend the money to test its employees. That just doesn’t seem right. I can’t believe that we can bomb a country with almost pinpoint accuracy, yet we can’t get airport security right.
Maybe I’m on the road to recovery, and I’m grappling with denial. I hope things turn out. I hope “they” figure out everything, and get it under control. But mostly, I look at my little boy and pray that he’ll be ok, and that that blue envelope with the powder in it wasn’t what it could be. I pray that those two sheriff’s deputies who came and got it really tested it instead of just throwing it away, and that the test comes back saying it was just correcting fluid, or sand, or something other than what it could be.
Oh, and I forgot one for Dave’s list: When Good Muslims Go Bad – still on the “Bad Fox Special” theme.
And here’s the worst one I can think of, to the tune of that old camp song: “Hello Mullah. Hello Osama. You ‘ttacked us, so we bombed ya! Hope we catch ya. Hope we kill ya. That’s what you get for bein’ evil.” It works with the rhythm… got some rhyming problems. But, that’s ok. I’m still proud of it.