Sunday, July 15, 2007

MVP's finisher, the TTB, replaced by JFB

http://justiceforbenoit.com/

Seriously.

via con dios, del sol

I sold my car on Thursday. So far, it's working out well. I bummed a ride home Thursday night with a neighbor at my job, then rode my bike to work Friday, tossed in a buddy's truck and brought it home that night, borrowed my roomie's car on Saturday, and walked to work today. It really isn't that bad, and the freedom I've lost is barely noticeable. Of course, this is three day's worth of carlessness, for the first time since 1997. I'm off the grid, baybee. Woo woo!

Monday, July 9, 2007

A Century of Futility

Barring the Phillies winning out the season (shattering virtually every baseball season record in the process), they should receive their 10,000 franchise loss immediately before or after the All-Star Game.

Congratulations to Philadelphia fans, who have by far endured more heartache and loss than any other city.

Friday, July 6, 2007

Scootergate

There isn't a whole lot I can say that hasn't been said already by a million different pundits and a half-billion bloggers, all with their own unique take, so I wont. I'll just sum up with this statement, paraphrased from Keith Olbermann's Special Comment on Tuesday:
  • This commutation has for a great many Americans crystallized what political watchers have known for months: that this Administration is corrupt to the core, partisan beyond reason, and believes itself above the law.
What isn't being discussed is that the Administration is right. WWithout a congress in possession of its balls, the administration can do whatever it wants. Nevermind that there's less than two years left in the term. Nevermind that it sets a terrible precedent to impeach two Presidents in a row. Nevermind the political fallout. This President is a menace who is, sadly, above the law unless someone tells him otherwise.

I've been toying with the idea of getting an American flag and flying it upside-down in front of my shop. The upside-down national banner is a wartime symbol of dire, urgent national peril, and I don't know that anything else lately proves that more than the brazenness of the Libby "pardon."