Then I got hit with the second part of a double-dip virus, and barely could keep up with my external responsibilities let alone change much. So here I am. But...we'll see.
Anyway, today's crazy. Senator John McBlame and Lindsay "head dick" Graham are making a spectacle of themselves over UN Ambassador Susan Rice. The CV news figures it's because they want John Kerry to be Secretary of State--instead of Rice-- so his Senate seat opens up for a special election that Scott "Asshole" Brown might win. Besides that they can't stand uppity black women. And they want revenge for all the nasty things Dems said about Condi Rice. It's all crazy because Susan Rice is not going to be nominated as Secretary of State, the country's head diplomat. And it's not because of her talk show appearances (not exactly) or where she stands on policy, etc. It's because she can't smile.
The CV news has it that the GOPers in Congress haven't learned anything and are intent on destroying millions of dollars in wealth and threatening the economic recovery by resisting and dithering on the lineup of fiscal decisions that must be made in the next month or so. The politics are complex but basically stupid and crazy. The stock market is already swooning, though consumers seem unrattled. But never underestimate the lunatics running the asylum known as congressional GOP. According to a CNN poll, a majority of Americans are ready to blame them for failing to agree on taxes, the budget, debt ceiling, etc. 70% say they haven't done enough to cooperate with President Obama. So everybody knows they're going to cave somehow, but they have to make everybody miserable and anxious for a month first. See, that's why I wanted to ignore politics for awhile.
I also accidentally had the sound on for a commercial for some product that doses the armpits of men old enough to watch the news with testosterone. This commercial began with one, maybe two sentences describing the product, with no great claims for its benefits. And the rest of the commercial--at least ten minutes--was an increasingly alarming and horrifying list of possible side-effects, first to any women and children nearby, and then to the men with the armpits. And this was a commercial FOR this product? This is yet another reason that cable TV is some hellish booby hatch.
Oh, and the latest stories on that Mars thing claim it was all a misunderstanding. There's no life on Mars, nor presumably among brain-dead reporters for NPR. How long do you suppose it will be before there's a conspiracy theory about this? Don't tell me. It's been Twitter # for hours?
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