Linking the linkable, lest they go unlinked (more politics than usual this week):
:: America almost seems like it’s finally had enough of the non-celebrities being taken seriously in some way (the entire media is like a giant, uncontained Gong Show these days). I find it funny that Heather Mills has finally figured out that the British hate her and plans to follow some sort of obscure famous-for-being-famous career in America. (Adult content advisory. Do not click if you’re under sixteen, easily offended, or Dutch. You have been warned.)
:: I don’t wear a flag pin on my lapel. Never have. And while I won’t rule out the possibility of doing so in the future, I probably won’t. And, yes, this is because I hate my country. But not as much as Jeremiah Wright hates it. (That’s the entire post, actually. But I agree with the sentiment: kvetching over Obama’s lack of a lapel pin is just about the stupidest thing I can imagine.)
:: You really have to wonder what is wrong with these people that their rage richters are constantly cranked up to 11. These are the kind of people you read about whose crushed lifeless bodies are found underneath capsized vending machines all because they went DefCon 1 when their Zagnut refused to fall. (Michelle Malkin: complete raving lunatic. Isn’t there some twelve year old kid she can stalk or something?)
:: It’s been three years. I didn’t know I stung that much.
:: Look out change – Ready or not, here I come! (Best of luck on the interview and the decision-making!)
All for this week.
The faux patriotism of the flag pin
has bothered me from the get-go, esp. after 9/11.
And I watch/read George Will a lot. Just six months ago, he was going on about the robust economy with some trickle-down blather. (He didn’t use the phrase, but he might as well have.)
RE: The rage cranked chronically to 11, or, maybe ..
Ode to a Zagnut-
A Zagnut Bar is the wrong example to use. They are so darn good (and seemingly rare – you’ll never see ’em in a vending machine) that it is entirely possible that I might go ballistic if a vending machine malfunction deprived me of the wonders of this (vunder) bar.
Seasonal Note- The Zagnut bar, aside from its fuzzy sumptousness, also has a low M.I.C. (melt-in-car) quotient.
Other than that, my rage level is generally on cruise-control at about a 1.5 level. I do agree with the premise that the oh-so-easily-offended-and-or-outraged mode does seem to be more of a right-wing characteristic.
Also, George Will is a pansie. He probably thinks that his baseball talk (and books) qualify him as a “regular guy”. My rage level just spiked to a 2.5.
Eric P.