Quack.

["The notion -- often raised by bloggers and activists -- that Reid could defeat a filibuster by forcing the Senate to stay in session 24/7 is as ludicrous as requiring Republicans to stand on one foot and quack like a duck as they voted."]

Not Only would I force them to stay in session (or go home) 24/7 (And quacking like ducks would be an improvement over what I hear from this bunch of fools)... I wouldn't even let em' go to the potty, either. (I might consider, a box of Depends(tm), on a case by case basis). Whatever it takes.

The 70/28 vote to close Iraq debate is, tellingly, almost exactly the converse of how 'most Americans' and midwest housewives really see it. Actually, 70% of Americans agree with the 28% ...you'll just have to trust me here.

Also, duck 2009. I would write articles of impeachment every day until 2009. If that didn't work, I'd call Monica. After all, 'we are just one signature away from ending this war.'

Not one penny, either, for anything until the Iraq war is resolved to a degree the world can live with - surely they don't expect to get paid for such stupid, world-shaking, idiotic Blunders, do they? How president Bush (with his 70% support from Congress) can stand in front of the U.N. General Assembly and berate that body on 'spreading freedom' and stability given the false justification(s) (i.e. lies or 'intelligence failures', take your pick) presented to that same body for the Iraq war... is beyond me.

And that's just for starters.

Quack,

bah.

timex watches ... and the democrats.

I became (uh)reActive in politics a few years ago now, when V.P. Dick Cheney (& his assistant; Bush) lied about the war in Iraq and, then, called me a TRAITOR for not supporting it. (*and I'd rather be sailing)

Screw that. I am more American than they ever thought about. A mere five generations seperate me from my ancestors who fought in the Revolutionary war...plus, I'm kin to Daniel Boone.

For me, the level of our political discourse has degraded to a point where I could never make it in, for example, the Congress. There would be a fight. Really. I'm not kidding; if someone got up in Congress and accused me of 'supporting the taliban', 'defeating america', 'traitor', etc.ad.nausyum, over the Bush Adm.'s 'central front in war on terror, (in Iraq)'... there would be a fight. (*if it were a female, I guess I'd have to resort to name-calling...just like a dick.) The point is, at precisely that point no other work would be done until the question of my ...uh, traitorness truthiness was addressed in a way I could live and work with.

For me, there is a level of un=civil discourse that my vanity just will not abide by.

For example Glenn, just because I am considerably to the Left of you, would I resort to calling you a right-wing fanatic Traitor? No, I would not. You have not called me a left-wing fanatic Traitor or challenged me to a duel. Yet.

Sometimes 'When the going gets tough, and you don't think your going to make it...you got to get plumb mad-dog-mean crazy. Cause if you lose, you neither win nor live.' (*paraphrase; outlaw josey whales)

your trunk monkey,

bah.

And I do't mind a few worms on my 'maters, neither. (*I used to be a big-time farmer, organic too,...but not anymore. sigh).

And most of my stories are true. I am kin to o daniel boone and, I'm here to tell you, you was sitting in good company, even at such a tender age bebop o.

In fact, I think Daniel once slept in the place where I am now sitting. And Wendell's Berries sleeps just down the road a little piece.

your third cousin, once removed.

bah.

All quite on the home front. Where nary is heard a discouraging word and faux news is happy all day.

Dismissed.

Cmd. bah.

ps. I got your back!!!

It's hard to argue with a feller like that...Glenn!

{re;update II}

Update for bebop o t; I don't know if it was the big o moon, but the other day, driving down that ancient highway late as the sun was sinking low on the horizen, I saw one, small, sliver of a cloud floating in a near-clear blue sky almost all alone, and it was quite a sight. This little sliver of a cloud seemed to be a-glow, im telling you. It seemed to have all the colors of the rainbow eminating from it's insides.

I reckon it was a simple matter of moisture retention and light refraction,(sun going down, or moon coming up?) and so forth. Otoh, Glenn is about the only person I know more pissed-off than me?

It wasn't Culuminus(sp?) or a big rain cloud...just a little whiff of a cloud. But I don't mind, it was still beautiful.

i hush now, rise and shine.

bah.