Does anyone still hate Clinton? I’m sure there are a few. And many people today feel a similar unfocused rage towards Bush II. In both cases there’s a reasonable basis for the disagreement, but hate seems overblown.
I saw some of the coverage of the opening ceremonies for the Bubba Pavilion down there in Little Rock. It always strikes me, when they line up presidents current and past, how they make up a strange and lonely fraternity. For all of their differences, who else could understand the unyielding pressure of the presidency?
And seeing Clinton in the rain, hatless, thinner, and recovering from surgery, it seems like so long ago. I think he must feel it each day, the footnote to his legacy. But looking back on that era, don’t we wish we had those kinds of problems today?
Today I’m taking a vacation day from work, to have a root canal. I also agreed to stop by the parish center of my church, to help the ladies set-up e-mail.
So hopefully the later part of the day will involve dentist-perscribed painkillers. Otherwise I’m planning on a bottle of ‘Two-buck Chuck’ from the Trader Joe’s which recently opened nearby — another sign Cincinnati is advancing steadily into the 90s. In either case I will be blogging for your entertainment.
Careful observers will see some upgrades to the site. A big thank-you to John, my oldest and closest friend from D.C. and a brilliant graphic designer. And shouts out to Google for the vain promise of income.
UPDATE: I’m glad I don’t know any military secrets, because I now know my breaking point. Although a close second, on the pain scale, was the fact that I was forced to endure ‘The View’ on the TV while the root canal was taking place. Marquis de Sade, white courtesy phone.
I discovered that people are visiting this website as the result of people seraching for “kim cattrall naked”. I recently (and innocently) referenced both concepts. The Internet never ceases to amaze.
Welcome, new visitors! Once you get over the disappointment, I hope you stick around for my attempts at commentary.
Both parties will basically be starting fresh in 2008. Cheney won’t run, and whoever gets the GOP nomination will inherit the Bush II legacy. And while Democrats control nothing, they also are responsible for nothing. As long as they don’t get Daschled they could theoretically eat Pop Tarts and watch karate movies for the next three years.
But from the leftist fringe come radical ideas about secession. The old playground comeback applies: You and what army? Be serious. I’m picturing the virtuous citizens of Seattle and Portland making Molotov cocktails out of their bottles of Pinot Gris, and ordering olive and khaki outfits online.
This may become a big theme on my weblog: Neither Republicans nor Democrats are well served by assigning credibility, even half-jokingly, to their fringe elements. The biggest threat to the nation may end up being the stupid, forwarded political email.
Pop Tarts are a trademark of Kellogg’s World Domination, Inc.
Something is amiss with deer populations and suburban neighborhoods. I feel very strongly that we are the dominant species and the deer should prance off into a wooded glade and nibble flowers. Or else there will be consequences.
Once again, a deer stepped casually into the path of traffic on a well-traveled road in my neighborhood, and I had to swerve to avoid it. The deer paused for a moment to gaze at me indifferently.
I could have been bouncing down the street in a rainbow-colored ice cream truck with sirens all over it, and he would not have moved out of the way any faster. I had to hold myself back from leaping out of my car and whacking him with an umbrella.
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