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LONDON
Today, the Missus Jazz told me that she is glad I no longer ride the train to Boston, despite making half as much money in my temporary gig. This is because of the attacks that have hit the London transit system in recent weeks. The only song I can think of that fits is The Smiths’ "Panic:" "There's panic on the streets of London/ Panic on the streets of Birmingham/ I wonder to myself...can life ever be sane again?" Sure, it was written about the pitiable state of music in English nightclubs, but the song resonates as four more bombs were set to go off and London police shot and killed another terror suspect.
SUPREME WHITE BREAD
It would have been a lot more fun if President Bush had nominated a fiery ideologue to the Supreme Court instead Supreme White Bread John Roberts. Liberals like Verbal Jazz could then raise a vociferous hissy fit about how the black robed nine would insist that Americans kneel in prayer before performing every back room abortion. Watching the Republicans try to insist that a judge like Roy Moore (he of the Ten Commandments rock) exerts the temperance and humility we expect from the judiciary would be almost worth a ticket at Fenway Park prices. Instead, the president has decided to lick his wounds from the John Bolton confirmation process and deliver as inoffensive a nominee as possible. Within seconds of the nomination, however, liberal interest groups began going through the motions of trying asserting that Roberts is a partisan hack along the lines of Robert Bork.
MAY THE LEAK BE WITH YOU
The Roberts nomination, coupled with the latest news from London, has essentially put Karl Rove on the backburner. You may recall that Machiavellian “Turd Blossom” was the White House leak that led to the outing of Valerie Plame as a CIA agent. If you still wonder whether Rove did anything wrong, consider the following scenario: I hand you a map with your route highlighted, but never tell you where you are going;
have I just given you directions? |
Today, the Missus Jazz told me that she is glad I no longer ride the train to Boston, despite making half as much money in my temporary gig. This is because of the attacks that have hit the London transit system in recent weeks. The only song I can think of that fits is The Smiths’ "Panic:" "There's panic on the streets of London/ Panic on the streets of Birmingham/ I wonder to myself...can life ever be sane again?" Sure, it was written about the pitiable state of music in English nightclubs, but the song resonates as four more bombs were set to go off and London police shot and killed another terror suspect.
SUPREME WHITE BREAD
It would have been a lot more fun if President Bush had nominated a fiery ideologue to the Supreme Court instead Supreme White Bread John Roberts. Liberals like Verbal Jazz could then raise a vociferous hissy fit about how the black robed nine would insist that Americans kneel in prayer before performing every back room abortion. Watching the Republicans try to insist that a judge like Roy Moore (he of the Ten Commandments rock) exerts the temperance and humility we expect from the judiciary would be almost worth a ticket at Fenway Park prices. Instead, the president has decided to lick his wounds from the John Bolton confirmation process and deliver as inoffensive a nominee as possible. Within seconds of the nomination, however, liberal interest groups began going through the motions of trying asserting that Roberts is a partisan hack along the lines of Robert Bork.
MAY THE LEAK BE WITH YOU
The Roberts nomination, coupled with the latest news from London, has essentially put Karl Rove on the backburner. You may recall that Machiavellian “Turd Blossom” was the White House leak that led to the outing of Valerie Plame as a CIA agent. If you still wonder whether Rove did anything wrong, consider the following scenario: I hand you a map with your route highlighted, but never tell you where you are going;
have I just given you directions? |
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