I feel a huge amount of crankyness coming on; if disinclined to endure, theres a new entry in Jetsam Cove: four oddities from the postcard show.
Okay, repress. Its late. Long day. No reason to go off again, eh? Be of good cheer! Gnat and I went to Southdale tonight for dinner, and shopped for household necessities. We had our dessert sitting on a bench outside Radio Shack, which had a big display showing a video for a Jools Holland band playing Cant Lead a Horse to Water. Its some Radio Shack promotion; its always playing, every time we get ice cream. This time the mall was quiet enough so I could hear the song, and it was horrible; no hook, no chorus, no nothing but a big old geezer band making rock-star faces (or Claptonesque non-faces) while a pretty singer belted out the clichés with pre-fab glee and the standard orgasmic facial contortions. Either everyone involved knew the song was shite, and went through the motions for the sake of a gig, or they didnt, and this was actually groovy, man. I dont know whats worse. The latter, I think. Few things irritate me like musicians pretending to be soulful. I am so into this lyrical truth about the folly of leading a horse to water. It's the curse of Whitney and the rest; everything has to be sultry and full of growls and moans, even if they're singing "The Itsy Bitsy Spider."
(God Almighty! George Harrison wrote the song. And the guy I thought was making Clapton non-faces was, well, Clapton.)
Then I bought sheets and dishes!
And that matters!
Ah, to hell with it.
Im starting to suspect that the entire Senate should be abolished. Purge the lot of em. Their drivel may be no less meretricious than their House counterparts, but its usually slathered with sanctimony about the Noble Nature of their particular chamber, how theyre the saucer into which passions are poured to cool. (By cool, they often mean frozen to the consistency of a glacier layer laid down when the Bourbons were still a going concern.) Such airs! Theyre the only branch of government that regularly advertises its special nature and higher purpose its like having a special branch of the Kiwanis made up entirely of bankers who announce, before each meeting, that theyre better than the realtors and insurance salesmen. And why? Because there are fewer of them. Well, there are fewer experts in quantum physics than there are Special Forces soldiers, but I know who Id want to drop at night into a warzone.
Meaning, uh, what? Oh, nothing. And yes, I know that the genius and virtue of the Senate is the way in which it makes Rhode Island equal to California, so the Big and Strong cannot roll over the Small, at least not until theyve promised the Small theyll vote for Maple Syrup price supports in the next session. But the Senate, as currently composed, seems to attract people who have that potent & fatal combination of dimness and self-regard, and when you elevate those sorts to the Great National Saucer, you get idiocies like the Bolton hearing. On one side, a charmless babbler like Joe Biden, whose instinct upon finding a bad metaphor is to attenuate it until it is three microns wide; on the other side, George Voinovich, who finally showed up for a hearing and pronounced himself Disturbed by the allegations. This is like a guy skipping class on the origins WW2 for a month then raising his hand to ask why they havent covered how this Hitler fellow came to power.
You can find more on the Troubling Allegations here, at the Corner, which took the trouble to make some phone calls. (Scroll down; look for Rich Lowrys remarks.)
I am not impressed by those who want to shiv Bolton to collect a scalp, but thats their job; I do not understand the useful idiots on the Republican side who want to hand them the knife. (Its all sharp the way you like it! Can I come to your party now? Ill help with the dip and everything.) I dont have to like Bolton, and I certainly dont approve of his moustache, but I want someone who will stand up to the UN. And by stand up I dont mean the cut-rate back-alley hooker method of leaning against a brick wall and hiking up the skirts. I mean, someone who doesnt give the Syrian ambassador the old collegial nod in the break room or say Hows it goin to the Zimbabwe attaché when youre standing at adjoining urinals, and consider it a promising diplomatic overture.
There are good & decent people of either party, but they would be more impressive if they took big hard whacks at their colleagues, in public, without fear of seeming unsenatorial. If this goes on, Senatorial is the last thing theyll want to be, because the word will by a synonym for blind preening egotism matched only by mulish cluelessness.
Dont get me started on DeLay.
Actually, Im purged now.
The towels were white. The dishes, green.
Anyway! Heres some fun from the postcard show. Enjoy.