Scarlet Letters? Branding? Gold Stars?
Dubya just canít leave bad enough alone. Bad enough the economy is in the shitter. Bad enough there are fewer employed Americans now than when Dubya took office.
Bad enough there is a health-care and coverage crisis in this country.
Bad enough he and Cheney-Burton (et al) are being exposed for throwing a war on their own behalf and betterment, against a country powerless to sufficiently defend itself.
SAME-SEX MARRIAGE: A CRUCIAL, CRITICAL, EMOTIONAL ISSUE
Way back a long time ago, the general theory was that gay men were sissies. Effeminate sorts, most likely to be seen wearing red or pink shirts, drinking girlie drinks from straws, and holding their pinkies out when sipping tea or coffee. Limp-wristed and lisping. They were fodder for comic routines, and also for some roughhousing on the part of purportedly macho straight guys.
Before we return to the recurring theme of late hereabouts, let us meander to some other issues and entertainment. After all, being as it is Presidentsí Day (and we always remember to celebrate Millard, among others), how about some levity?
THE SMELL OF BLOOD IS IN THE AIR
Sharks and Barricudas take note: the smell of blood is in the air. The time to become vicious approaches. Sharpen your teeth, tweak your sensors. Soon you will begin to attack.
Various news sites and bogs have picked up on a rumor that Democratic hopeful (and current leader of the committed-delegates pack) John Kerry had an affair with an intern. An intern! How Monica-like. How convenient, to refer to the purported girl-on-the-side as an intern.
GO TAKE A HYPE
Campaign Season is in full swing. Unless one is hibernating, one has been exposed to a deluge of campaign coverage.
Everything youíve heard is incorrect.
With all due respect to Firesign Theatre, if you believe ñand believe it so much as to know it is trueó any of the pronouncements of the press and the media, then face it: everything you know is wrong.
It has been headlines and hype from the get-go.
GROUND HOG WEEK
Six more weeks of Winter. No more weeks of Football. A bunch more weeks of Basketball. And, on the good side, just a few more says until Early Spring Training begins.
These past seven days, the end of January and the beginning of February, made for a regrettable week. Colder than cold weather. As in bitter cold. Freeze the mustache sort of weather. Storms. Just about every day. It either rained, snowed or sleeted.
The roads were terrible. No, not due to the snow (primarily).