Well, while Republicans provided their usual plethora of preposterousness to report this week, your humble scribe--me--is buried under a series of papers, memos, interviews and the like, as I hand in a manuscript on some guy named McCain on Monday. It will be nice to take a day or two off from giving him flak, or is that flack? I am so very confused, when McCain's Hawkingesque attack dogs are not around to lecture me on spelling, when they actually do grammar much like Harriet Myers lawyers.
So in any case, a quickie this week, or as Rudy Guiliani calls it, "marriage," as I must go back to writing a good 5,000-7,000 words more on our favorite Baghdad market prowler named McCain.
Did you know he also, how shall we say this gently, knocked up his high school girlfriend and then married her only to leave her for a woman a quarter-century younger than he is? Thank God health care companies cover Cialis!
2) Being a Republican also means that when you have the choice of whether or not to renominate your indicted sitting governor, who pardoned virtually his whole corrupt administration, you do it. Meanwhile the Democrats reject corporate crony in their primary, and support a good-government progressive. That, my friends, can lead to some pretty crappy poll numbers, and bit of heartburn for your state's Don Corleone cum eighty-year-old-grandma-who-just-wet-herself looking party leader, Mitch McConnell.
