…as the creaaaakkking coffin lid opens and the dread Right Wing Death Beast comes out, eyes already alight with unholy fire as he seeks out the blood of the liberal…
Well, not exactly.
Perceptive readers may note that the ideological flavor of this site will be subject to regular shifts, for the simple reason that I can’t post from work (indeed, I can’t even comment on my own blog from work). It has nothing to do with my being a nosferatu. None! None, I say!
Well. Moving along… cripes, now I actually have to blog something, don’t I? Just about everybody here is already aware of the What Are We Doing In Iraq debate over at Tacitus (latest installments found here and here): heck, I’ll be probably wandering over there myself. Lemme think; turn this into an open thread, in the meantime.
Moe
Well, seeing as this is an open thread:
GEORGE Bush’s administration has called on US companies in Britain to relocate jobs to America in an astonishing move that could trigger a major trade war.
Way to treat your host there, George…
Yeah, we need more ideological balance during the day — center with lefty leanings v. left ain’t all that intriguing a prospect.
Alternatively, you could do fun-fun things, or geekstuff, or talk about puppies, or I’m drawing a blank, really, yeah.
The problems generated by the “relocate to America” and steel tariff efforts really highlight some concerns I have about Gephardt’s protectionist leanings, aside from which I would think he was one of the stronger candidates.
P.S. Mr. Bush sent along word that he’d appreciate it if you relocated your time stamp from Greenwich to Washington. This proud colony of Taciterns should unashamedly claim one of the three glorious time zones offered by our bounteous nation. 😉
Where Bush goes, the timestamp goes – for the President of the United States of America is the United States of America, in a very real and mystical sense.
Naah, that sounds like too much work.
Mystical, indeed. Everything just went red white and blue, and time faded away. I now accept George W. Bush as my personal President and Leader.
Alternatively, you could do fun-fun things, or geekstuff, or talk about puppies, or I’m drawing a blank, really, yeah.
Hmmm. Perhaps I’ll post installments of my 15,000 line free-verse “pome” on the vagaries and vacillitudes of the Oxford English Dictionary. First stanza:
Oh, Oxford English Dictionary (“OED”), ’tis thee I love,
Thy serif-capitals are knights-in-waiting, thy serif-lowercase are maids-at-arms,
But who is this dark companion, this lady, I see?
Oh, tell me ’tis not her, my OED!
Or, perhaps not.
von
Well, then, who is the “dark companion”? Don’t leave us in suspense here, please.