I'm really trying to stay focused on the good news: Senator Al Franken.
I've managed to put a black-out over almost all the MJ coverage.
But Mark Sanford just keeps rearing his brainless little head.
As Cron commented on an earlier post, "At last - the rational explanation for the good Governor's dalliance: that was no mistress, it was my "soul mate!" So I guess that will keep him in the running for the 2012 presidential primary.
And of course it takes a big man to say he will try to fall back in love with his wife. I have to assume that comment is making her feel giddy, like they are 16 years old and courting again." And I replied . . .
barbara was out and about with one of her grands all afternoon. We ended up killing time (so to speak) at Fort Snelling Cemetery, while waiting for the flight of friends to arrive from LA at the nearby airport. Checked out the grave ID software. Very user-friendly for survivors. We have lots of family buried there. We took our friends home. Then we popped into Target to pick up some stuff and finally, moseyed home ourselves. A day like all days, filled with those events that alter and illuminate our times, and I wasn’t there!!!
OMG! While I was gone, the Minnesota Supreme Court finally rendered its unanimous verdict that Al Franken is Minnesota’s really, truly senator-elect. I raced to the Clotheslineblog, assuming someone would be all over this. Oh, wait. I’m someone.
Ver.dict. My spider webby Latin (aka, spiderimus webbimus) suggests that that word verdict either means green talk (I told you it was long ago) or truth speak. Truth speak it is. And not a moment too soon.
I have nothing to say today, but I am tired of Mark Sanford's sorry face, Michael Jackson's tortured life, the Minnesota Supreme Court's disappearing act, and weak tea.
The thing about Gov. Mark Sanford isn't the fucking, it's the fucking hypocrisy. The so-called social conservatives like to define "family values" their way, condemn those who don't fit their model, then apologize for "a mistake" when they themselves can't walk their talk. A little bit more.
Been a while, hasn't it? And the truth is that not many funny things happened on the way back to the Clothesline. Let’s take a little look at the landscape.
Last time I wrote here (April 02), Al Franken and Norm Coleman were still locked in mortal combat re Minnesota’s vacant Senate seat. It has now been roughly 170 days since Franken should have been seated in the Senate. And for all practical purposes, nothing has changed. Coleman is still messing with all our minds, our money, our national well-being, our state’s reputation. And the Minnesota Supreme Court, apparently under the tutelage of the fabled tortoise, has yet to render a verdict.
I read earlier this week that little Nevis, Minnesota (population 364, as I recall) plans a pig race sometime during the weekend of the Fourth. One pig will be named Al, the other Norm. And as noted by their mayor, in 15 seconds, Nevis will be able to accomplish what all the king’s horses and men and a few women have been unable to accomplish in six months...SIX MONTHS!... i.e., identify the winner. Weird science, but it works for me.
Last time I wrote here, the wee tyrant with the huge ego, nasty disposition, oversized sunglasses and oddly vertical hair was not much seen. Kim Jong-il was, ummm, ill. Oh, yeah, there's more.
I'm really trying to stay focused on the good news: Senator Al Franken.
