Political analysis? Here? Not so much lately.
My lizard brain (h/t Natalie Goldberg) seems unable to process all that’s swirling around us. I’m 45 rpm in a 78 rpm world. Or is that backwards? See what I mean?
I think George Carlin had it right. Snippets, followed by question marks. Sometimes it’s the most a body can manage.
Like, how about we buy Norm Coleman a nice house on Elba and be done with it?
Re Cheney’s bizarre fedora and snarl combo, do you suppose he wheeled up to a full-length mirror and said, “There! That’s it! The perfect look for this inauguration crap.”?
Where is Harriet Meiers? There's more, by golly.
Anyone up for duct-taping Rush Limbaugh’s big, fat, egocentric, bile-spewing mouth shut?
Ohio drum major disciplined for nodding at Obama during inaugural parade. WTF?
What do you suppose Madoff thinks about just before he drifts or drops off to sleep?
Is Kevin McHale actually a good coach?
Why was Michelle Obama’s beautiful winter white dress so long?
What was Caroline Kennedy thinking?
Since my finances are a mess, wouldja stimulate me, Feds?
Rod “The Hair” Blagojevich: what can I say?
When is the Super Bowl and why does anyone care?
Reckon there’s some tension between Dubya and Jeb?
Why can’t I find anything on online MSM about Al Gore’s speech today?
YoYo and Itzhak . . . how could you? Oh. Well, then, never mind.
Politically speaking, what will the New Nasty look like?
Are you hurling into the porcelain receptacle? Or just watching your assets do a swirly?
Enough. You were expecting something profound?
UPDATE: Anyone besides me craving a peanut butter sandwich?