AlGore the Magnificent

So, flipping thru the channels Sunday night (yes, I am a sinner who occasionally watches tv on Sunday, but in this case, it turned out to be appropriate) and hit on C-Span. When who to my wondering eyes should appear, but jolly Father AlGore and his faithful minions preaching the gosthpel of global dethstruction. So I watched. I have often wondered what it would be like to go mindless for a while. Not mindless as in sitting around watching reruns of Hawaii Five-o, but mindless as in lead me oh great and powerful Al, in the path of lefteousness, that I may put my environment and my job and my hemp-woven tie dye before my family and my God.

So, he drivels. And he dravels. And now and then, he drovels. Finally, he announces that here with him, to support him in this great mission to which the mothership has called him, are two great performers... ready?... Garth Brooks and Trisha Yearwood?!! HOLD ON, I say. Man, that sucks (that they have embraced the gosthpel of Father AlGore), but, hey... free concert... man.

Then, just as they enter the stage...


"We now will take you to the conference on the soft dissolution of Iraq study group, pre-recorded from Thursday. This will last approximately an hour and a half."

Gee, C-Span, its no wonder your ratings suck.

Oops. Gotta run... America's Got Talent (Deficit) is just finishing up and I want to see if it's going to be the gay Russian, or the cross-dressing curly haired lez who acts like a man acting like a girl.

One Word

Honor.

A value not taken by oneself, but bestowed upon one by those whose respect one has earned.

He served with honor. A United States Marine.

Earned from those who trained him, those who trained with him, those who served with him, and those whom he has served, this value is one which we who have watched him grow, have placed on him and which is now rightfully his.

As he enters this next stage of life, may he learn the strength of this value, not so much as the one who possesses it, but as one who bestows it upon another.

I am honored to be called his brother. I am privileged to call him brother.

Best Wishes!

Pardon Me?

Take a gander at this beautiful expose written by Bill Clinton's political advisor of 20 years. Should Scooter Libby be required to spend time behind bars for lying to a grand jury? I don't really care. Most people probably wouldn't, either, except that we are supposed to, since this important incident has been plastered all over the news as just another reason not to like Bush. Who cares? Bush is on his way out, anyway, so it's not like he really needs to score points with anyone. Republicans are falling all over themselves to distance themselves from him, and there's not a Dem to be found who is willing to give him much credit for doing a good job in the White House. So really... who cares?!

But then, here comes the Clinton condemnation of the pardon. I guess Summertime is perhaps the best time for them to open mouth and insert foot, what with sunburned faces and all. Makes it easier to pass the red-face test.