Sneaking out of the lurk

Life has gotten entirely too busy. I will return with more blather soon.

For now, it's enough to note that at 7 this morning (Central Time), while we were immersed in supra-Arctic cold, we passed into the last 100 hours of the Bush Administration. As of this writing, he only has 96 hours and 16 minutes of hell to wreak on all of us.

Thank heaven for small favors

Sure, it's the end of war crimes, domestic felonies and disastrous policies, etc., but let us not forget the little things.

We will henceforth be spared the whiny, smirking invocation of

September THE Eleventh!!!

The Final Bush Press Conference

Oh my God.

Rambling, evasive, disoriented.

Just go away. Now.

Before you leave us with any more gems like "HELICOPTER DRIVERS."

I feel like I owe a post

Although admittedly, I have been enjoying football, riotous cooking (some of the holiday confit of duck with marsala and wild mushrooms, over eggplant and zucchini) and yes, even the snow this weekend. My scattered thoughts?

Sure I am so proud that my state government opens SNL. Thanks Rod. Thanks Roland. And this Wednesday? Blago opens the new Senate session, and officiates at the swearing in ceremony. Their first order of business-IMPEACHMENT!!

I'm going to be in DC early February. My dive room is $600 per night for the inauguration!

Lincoln in 1860. OK, seven states seceded sucks. FDR? National systemic collapse. But given our position in the world, has any incoming president inherited a worse situation?

And on the outgoing [p]resident?

One of the best takes I've seen on Bush comes from Bob Woodward. Admittedly, Woodward is a pompous self-important blowhole (and when it comes to pompous self-important blowholes, I know of whence I speak) but he knows his stuff.

He portrays Bush as a less pleasant Chance the Gardener from Being There. Bush is a (mean) childlike buffoon who is completely detached from reality. According to Woodward, Bush actually believes that he is a "war president" who is "commanding" troops in a "war" against an "enemy" who can be defeated. He is petty, jealous and combative, but is in no sense actually making or directing policy, an empty suit pair of footy pajamas used by those around him with him not having a clue.