KBR, the perpetrator in the electrocution deaths of American soldiers in Iraq, gets another contract? Check.
"I'm sure they learned their lesson."
Businesses self-regulating proving once again to be a laughingstock? Check.
"A quick buck'll always trump."
You're quite the poet, brain. A kinder, gentler Jack Bauer-ization of the intelligence community continuing unabated? Check.
"Iron Law of Institutions, baby."
Speaking of laws, will the underlings, like the architects, get off easy as pie? Check.
"Oh, and Karl Rove still hasn't appeared before Congress."
But my absolute favorite has to be, in order to stave off the obvious lunacy of an above $900 billion stimulus bill (ostensibly to be spent here in Murka) which would be akin to a serrated, rusty knife twisting in the flabby gut of the American taxpayer unlike the trillion-plus visit to the massage parlor with deluxe Wall Street benefits if you catch my drift wink wink nudge nudge that was the last eight years highlighted by romantic adventuring in Iraq -- we permitted thieves and malcontents to rip off, what, $1 billion every 8 seconds? -- thanks to the serious, forthright, honorable philosophers in that most august and cautious of deliberative bodies, the United States Senate and their lopping off of stark wastes of money such as $1 billion for Head Start and $20 billion for school construction, the bill's reduction to a far more svelte and palatable $780 billion.
Kids and their sloppy joes and fancy book learnin'. The only thing they stimulate is my patience. Go get 'em, Congress.
Once all the greenback brouhaha exits the 38-second Murkan attention span, at least we have the inevitable sabre rattling against Iran to look forw -- hey, Dancing With the Stars is on. Go Hollywood has-been!
"What does all that have to do with the seasons, or did you fail in your attempt at being clever?"
As usual, the latter, but for the first time in quite awhile, it's sadly not cold outside, as it's already around 40° this morning. Now, summer can certainly go to hell and rot as all good corpses do, but spring is fine in small doses, and any nudge of the spirit away from the inexorable bullshit of humanity to the terrifying and beautiful grandeur of nature is alright with me.