This one's for Athenae and Mr. A:
This one's for Athenae and Mr. A:
A song for everyone who likes New York in June or a Gershwin tune:
Good to be back after my one-week suspension for use of blogger-enhancing drugs...
It’s one of those insanely weird months in which I go from nothing happening to everything happening to nothing happening. The most recent set of drama is our Midnight Run attempt at selling our house in hopes of being able to buy what we have now declared our dream house.
The new place is closer to work, the Midget’s school and pretty much every other thing we do.
If you’ve ever sold a house, you know how this work: rent a storage unit, box up everything you can live without, shitcan everything that you don’t give a shit about and live like a spartan monk. Then, spend the next several months not touching, using or messing up anything, just in case someone wants to come and look at the house.
I have an ADD-addled child and a wife who has severe asthma. Thus, the cleaning, packing, carrying and cussing fell to me. It also didn’t help that we keep getting four-inch snowfalls every six minutes out here. Add that to previous travel and forensics judging commitments and you’ve got the makings of a brain-dead man (which some of you may view as being redundant).
We’re at the point where everything short of the garage is in some semblance of shape. The guy has someone coming over to look at the place tomorrow, so we’re hopeful. Of course, the rabbit keeps kicking her poo all over the floor, the Midget is trying to do art at the kitchen table and I’m facing a laundry mountain that would make Everest look small by comparison.
The funniest thing is that I’m usually the one who doesn’t want to change things up. My wife is always looking for travel or life-enrichment opportunities. I tend to find one thing I like and stick with it. If you’ve ever seen my wardrobe, you know how true that is.
In any case, I’m the twitch now, sweating it out as other people tour the house we desperately want. I can see where I’d put stuff and what I’d do with the small room off the back of the garage. I imaging my kid playing in the yard and having a snowball fight with the neighbor kids.
I have no idea why I’m feeling this way. I was once told by a sports collector I knew that nothing was so rare that something similar couldn’t be found somewhere else in short order. Still, I’ve locked in and I’m hoping that I have the right scented candles out, that the rabbit doesn’t grunt at the visitors and that someone sees our home and thinks, “This is perfect. We need this.”
It’s a strange twist in a strange month.
Back next week with something
We have stories about child molesters, murders and all kinds of vicious, barbaric acts of evil committed by heinous criminals on our front page and yet we never receive a call from anyone saying 'I don't need my children reading this.' Never. Ever. However, a story about two women exchanging marriage vows and we get swamped with people worried about their children.It's such a dishonest, lazy argument. There is no discernible way that any of the upset is about anybody's kids. In the first place, unless you're swanning around your kitchen all OH MY DEAR HEAVENS HERB THE PICTURE IN THE PAPER TODAY NO DON'T LOOK AT IT HONEY DON'T LOOK DIRECTLY AT IT, your kid probably wasn't looking at the front page all that closely OR READING THE PAPER AT ALL. Once you made a big hairy huffy fucking deal about it, sure, then the kids are going to be confused. Mostly by how they ended up in the womb of such a goddamn ASSHOLE.
And if you really don't want your kids upset? Here's a radical goddamn idea: Try not to be such a FUCKSTICK about this stuff. If you don't want your kids upset, try not being upset with other people breathing. That's all these women are doing, getting up in the morning and breathing in and out and doing jobs and coming home to one another. One of them has brain cancer. I think your kids' delicate fucking feelings are about the last thing on her mind. If your kids have questions about gay people, how about answering them along the lines of what my conservative religious so-not-down-with-the-sexual-revolution parents said when I came home from school asking what the word "faggot" meant: Some people are gay and that's their business.
I hear all day long about how having children is the best goddamn thing ever, about how it opens your eyes to the world in all these new and fantastic ways and whenever I hear shit like this the next thing I learn is that APPARENTLY ONE OF THOSE WAYS IS THAT IT MAKES YOU A RAGING BIGOT WITH A HARD-ON FOR THE 1860s AND NO ABILITY TO THINK CRITICALLY ANYMORE. God Almighty, have an opinion. Think about the stuff that comes out of your mouth on a daily basis. THINK about the life you're living. YOUR life, not the life somebody's living in a stupid sitcom. Don't fall back on this stupid fucking shorthand with this carping about the kids.
You wanna be a bigot with nothing better to do than call the paper and bitch? GO BE THAT THEN. Quit blaming your goddamn kids. Not only did THEY not do anything to you to deserve your shitty life, it's disrespectful to the many, many brave and decent parents out there who aren't raising itty bitty Klansmen on purpose. Plenty of parents manage to not make their kids banging jackholes, so to imply that giving birth loads you up with these ideas is just rude to those people who didn't somehow have their brains sucked out in the maternity ward.
Plus, you think those kids are disturbed NOW? Wait till they grow up, live in the world, and find out their parents are DICKS.
The White House on Thursday afternoon flatly rejected a request made earlier in the day by 15 Republican senators to withdraw Chuck Hagel's nomination as defense secretary.
In the Republicans' letter on Thursday, the lawmakers argued in effect that this was Hagel's own fault.
“It would be unprecedented for a Secretary of Defense to take office without a broad base of bipartisan support and confidence needed to serve effectively in this critical position,” the senators, led by John Cornyn of Texas, said in the message to Obama. "While we respect Senator Hagel’s honorable military service, in the interest of national security, we respectfully request that you withdraw his nomination."
In addition to Rubio and Cornyn, Republican Sens. James Inhofe, Lindsey Graham, Roger Wicker, David Vitter, Ted Cruz, Mike Lee, Pat Toomey, Dan Coats, Ron Johnson, James Risch, John Barrasso, Tom Coburn and Tim Scott signed the letter. The White House did not immediately respond to a request for comment, but it has flatly dismissed similar calls in the past, noting that Hagel has more than the 51 votes needed for confirmation.
It can't be said often enough, how loud the howling would have been if DEMOCRAT TRAITORS had done this to one of Bush's nominees AT A TIME OF WAR. The dudgeon would have been high. McCain would have challenged someone to a duel on the White House lawn. So now comes this fucking clown parade of all the dumbest knobs in the GOP, and they're all, "Hagel can't take office if we don't love him!"
Which is just the stupidest thing you can say, because: Watch him.
Long time readers know that malaka is Greek for wanker. I'm not sure if I've ever had a Greek Greek wear the crown of thorns before but this is a malakatude classic. I'm still cackling like a hyena over this story in the Guardian so I'll share the whole consarn thing:
A Greek man has been accused of the bungled theft of a Salvador Dalí work from a New York gallery, taking the painting as security cameras rolled and later, in a panic, posting it back.
Phivos Istavrioglou left fingerprints that helped detectives track him down – another misstep in a botched caper that even he found foolish, according to an account of a confession in court papers.
As soon as Istavrioglou left the Upper East Side gallery last summer with the Dalí watercolour , he was "scared and couldn't believe what a stupid thing he did", the papers say.
Istavrioglou, 29, from Athens, pleaded not guilty on Tuesday to grand larceny during a brief court appearance in Manhattan where a judge set bail at $100,000 (£65,000).
Prosecutors accused him of stealing the painting, Cartel de Don Juan Tenorio, in broad daylight while visiting New York. After pulling it off the wall, he stashed it in a shopping bag and flew back to Athens with it, authorities said.
"It was almost surreal how this theft was committed – a thief is accused of putting a valuable Salvador Dalí drawing into a shopping bag in the middle of the afternoon, in full view of surveillance cameras," the district attorney, Cyrus R Vance Jr, said.
Shortly after learning authorities had distributed security photographs of him that were seen around the world, Istavrioglou took the $150,000 work out of its frame, rolled it up in a cardboard tube – "in a manner befitting a college dorm poster" – and mailed it back without a return address, prosecutor Jordan Arnold said.
New York police department detectives lifted fingerprints from the shipment that matched one from a juice bottle that they say Istavrioglou shoplifted last year from a Whole Foods market, giving them a name, said the police commissioner, Raymond Kelly. An investigator posing as an art gallery owner tricked Istavrioglou into returning to New York by offering him a possible position as a consultant.
Federal agents intercepted Istavrioglou at John F Kennedy international airport last Saturday. While speaking to detectives that afternoon, court papers say, he "indicated he knew the theft would catch up to him and wants to make [the] situation right"
This is so stupid in so many ways. For one thing, it is not only hard to sell a stolen painting, it is very hard to sell *any* Dali. Why? There are so many fakes and quasi-fakes around that the mere mention of his name should send everyone's spidey sense tingling. Late in life, the old boy would sign anything, which has led to the devaluation of his art in the market place. It's Dali's final joke on collectors, fakers, forgers and thieves. I refuse, however, to call it surreal. I'll leave that word to Andre Breton...
I'd like to thank Kirios Istavrioglou for bringing joy into my life on a cloudy winter's day. Such egregious malakatude should be rewarded with at least a chortle. I'll let 10cc have the last word with this ode to artistic greed:
I've had sideshows on my mind this week and it's cold today, so I decided to post something wintry from the Fred G. Johnson archives:
Hmm, I wonder if the Polar Bear snacked on the Penguin...
So, Johnny Cry-Boehner has a sad about the sequester, telling anyone who'll listen what a sorry idea it is. But aren't the Redumbs all about starving the beast, drowning it in the tub, shrinking it to irrelevance, etc., because, you know, "government BAD," as St. Ronaldus himself would say? Shouldn't Boehner et al embrace the sequester, and demand it be followed by more cuts?
Or...do they know, as anyone reading First Draft does, that "small government" has never been anything other than racist dog whistle, at Lee Atwater at least admitted before shaking loose his mortal coil. Dog whistle...
But some dogs are Border Collies, and others...aren't. And the ones who aren't are now the political equivalent of Dr. Frankenstein's monster on the loose. Their grand contribution to the national discourse, thus far, has been to force the United States to lurch from one manufactured economic crisis to the next (while still dealing with both a war AND a REAL economic crisis)...their idea of a political paradise is rooted in a simplistic understanding of the late 18th century -- a century that lacked, oh, I don't know, electricity, running water, modern finance, not to mention a regulatory regime that keeps hazardous and/or nuclear materials reasonably safe in use, storage, and transit.
No wonder they love guns so much: in their "paradise," that's about all you have besides farm labor...
Wahl has spina bifida, is brain damaged and paralyzed from the chest down. At age 32, he lived at a group home in Menomonie, where he loved coloring and going on picnics, said his mother, Karen Nichols-Palmerton.
One evening in October 2011, she visited the home and found her son’s room empty.
Wahl had been rushed to the hospital for treatment of a bedsore so severe that doctors feared he would be permanently bedridden.
A state health department investigation report laterfound he had the bedsore for four months before being hospitalized.
But the staff who cared for Wahl never sought medical attention for his wound, state investigation records show. And the facility never told the state or Nichols-Palmerton about it, as required by state law, according to state officials.
Instead, caregivers at Aurora Residential Alternativessprinkled the bedsore with baby powder and applied antibiotic cream, watching it grow larger and more serious until it was bone-deep, records show. Nichols-Palmerton is suing Aurora for alleged negligence, seeking punitive and compensatory damages.
Changes to Wisconsin law passed two years ago, however, mean her attorney can’t use those state investigation records as evidence in the lawsuit, which alleges a four-month pattern of neglect.
“It scares me for those who put their trust in a facility,” said Nichols-Palmerton, who lives in Menomonie, a small city in western Wisconsin. “It scares me to think of things that could be brushed aside. I don’t rest so easy anymore.”
Holly Hakes, Aurora’s executive director, declined to comment, citing the pending litigation.
The law, which went into effect in February 2011, bars families from using state health investigation records in state civil suits filed against long-term providers, including nursing homes and hospices. It also makes such records inadmissible in criminal cases against health care providers accused of neglecting or abusing patients.
The changes were included in a tort reform measure, the first bill Gov. Scott Walker proposed after Republicans swept both houses and the governor’s office in the 2010 elections.
Yes, let's make sure this kind of thing is as hard to prosecute as possible.
Shit is fucked up and bullshit.
”Like most men, I’m more opposed to violence against women than even violence against men,” Duncan told the Chattanooga Times Free Press. “Because most men can handle it a little better than a lot of women can.”
Glad to know that this bozo's male constituents don't have glass jaws...
I've had this Cars classic in my head for days so I thought I'd share:
Madison - Gov. Scott Walker is setting aside $25 million in his two-year budget bill to boost venture capital investment in the state but isn't putting forward a plan for doing that.
The Republican governor got praise for the financial commitment from Tom Still, president of the Wisconsin Technology Council and a member of the Wisconsin Growth Capital Coalition, which has been pushing for such an investment proposal.
Venture capital legislation failed to pass the Legislature last session because Republicans in the Senate and Assembly could not agree on a proposal. The measure was especially controversial because of debate over certified capital companies, or CAPCOs.
CAPCOs are for-profit entities that sell tax credits to raise money to invest in businesses. The governmental entity offering the credits determines what type of businesses the CAPCO can invest in. Critics point to CAPCO programs such as the one that operated in Wisconsin in which the private entities profit but promised jobs and economic development fail to materialize.
A program in the late 1990s that awarded $50 million in state tax credits to CAPCOs found that while two of the three funds generated nearly 1,000 jobs, the third fund “appears to have performed poorly and at significant cost to taxpayers,” according to a report from the Wisconsin Capital Growth Coalition.
So, $50 million for 1,000 jobs? So $50,000 per job. Why not just spend the $50,000 per job directly? Hell, why not spend $1,000 per job and quit gouging people for health care and salary concessions?
Walker made it clear in an interview CAPCOs are not part of his proposal.
Walker said the $25 million would be in addition to other proposed economic development measures he announced in early February, which included millions of dollars in tax credits for startup companies.
The governor said the money initially would be housed in the state Department of Administration as a “placeholder” until the program can be established. Critics in the Legislature have been hesitant to give more money to WEDC, the public-private entity that has suffered from mismanagement during its brief existence, including failing to follow federal regulations and its own policies in making loans, failing to track repayment of millions in taxpayer-financed business loans and high staff turnover.
This kind of thing drives me nuts. We're shuffling money around, subsidizing businesses to bring jobs while killing jobs that actually exist. And every single company can blackmail the public by saying they'll go somewhere else. In the end, we're spending more than is necessary because there's no money to spend on what we need.
And then we plead poverty and demand another round of cuts.
Yesterday I went to my Wingnut Dentist to get a crown. I don’t know why I haven’t switched dentists; this guy is so conservative, he actually has dead-tree editions of Newsmax in his waiting room. (Did you even know there IS a dead tree edition of Newsmax? I should leave a copy of Mother Jones in there just to fuck with him.)
But I really don’t want to find a new dentist, I’ve been going there for over 20 years, and I’ve got pretty healthy teeth, so 90% of the time it’s just pop in for 15 minutes twice a year for a cleaning and that’s it. But the wingnut shit is starting to bug me.
Actually, I really didn’t realize what raging wingnuts they were until rather recently. Once, a couple years into the Iraq war, one of the hygienists told me she was still convinced that Saddam had WMDs. She said one of her clients was in the National Guard and told her that they have WMDs now that are as big as an iPod. I’m no expert but I was pretty sure she was confusing WMDs with IEDs. Regardless, the idea that the U.S. could be threatened from Baghdad by something the size of an iPod defied credibility. But what do I know, even if that were true, wouldn't said iPod need to be filled with enriched uranium and other shit that's closely monitored by the international community?
Again, what do I know. But hey, no uranium enriched iPods have been found, so there's that. Score one for the hippie.
I switched hygienists, but wouldn’t you know, I go in there for my biannual cleaning a couple years later and the new hygienist has switched the TV from the usual video of horrific dental implants to Fox News. I told her no way was I going to be subjected to having my gums poked while watching Fox News. I made her change the channel. “Oh,” she says, “I don’t watch it for the politics, just the news.”
And so this brings us to yesterday, where my dentist and his assistant are talking about how warm the weather is, like this is fabulous, and how we’ll be “in the clear” weather-wise in a month or two, all the while I’m screaming in my head (because I’ve got a mouthful of putty and can’t say a word) “don’t you remember the damaging hail storm of last March and the tornados of the year before that and the floods of three years ago? In the clear?! Give me fucking break! We’re never ever ever ever going to be in the clear!” I mean, here it is February and our daffodils and forsythia are already blooming. But yes, remind me again about how climate change is a liberal hoax so Al Gore can make money off his clean energy fund.
On Monday it was 60 degrees; today the high will be in the 40s and it’s getting down into the 20s tonight. You don’t get these wild temperature swings without a lot of strong winds, and indeed, yesterday saw a lot of limbs down in the neighborhood. But again: keep telling yourself that the crazy weather patterns are “cyclical” and completely unrelated to the billions and billions of tons of carbon we pump into the atmosphere every year. Even though they’re not.
I just don’t get the conservative mentality. They’re all agreeing how warm the weather has been for the past few years, they can see the daffodils blooming in February, we rarely get snow and when we do it’s gone in two hours, but they still think climate change isn’t real?
So, should I change dentists?
Every time I despair of the benighted state of affairs in the Gret Stet of Louisiana, our neighbors to the East ride to the rescue:
Welcome to the 19th century, Mississippi.
As of this month, Mississippi has finally officially ratified the 13th amendment that banned slavery, but it took the research of a curious University of Mississippi Medical Center professor and his colleague to make it happen.
According to the Jackson Clarion Ledger, Dr. Ranjan Batra and his colleague Ken Sullivan became inspired to find out their own state’s take on the amendment after seeing the Steven Spielberg film Lincoln last November.
What did they learn? Mississippi was one of four states that rejected ratification of the 13th amendment, along with New Jersey, Delaware, and Kentucky. The amendment passed without Mississippi’s support anyway, and all the other no-voting states symbolically ratified the amendment in the following years. New Jersey was quick, ratifying in 1866. Delaware had resolved the matter by 1901. Kentucky took a little longer, waiting until 1976. Mississippi lawmakers finally got around to it in 1995.
But it doesn’t appear to have been a huge priority, because the ratification was never sent to the Office of the Federal Register, which means it wasn’t official.
That’s what Batra learned after he found an asterisk next to Mississippi on the list of ratifying states. Sullivan put in a call to the Secretary of State Sullivan contacted the office of Secretary of State Delbert Hosemann, who agreed to file the paperwork to make everything official, 18 years later.
Hosemann said he’s happy that the issue’s finally been resolved, “It was long overdue.”
Thanks, Docs. And thanks to Morgan Whitaker of MSNBC's PoliticsNation whose blog post I quote. I wish I could take credit for that opening line but it was Ms. Whitaker's.
Meanwhile, a bill under consideration in Maine — which has drawn support from Gov. Paul LePage (R) — would add an optional gun safety course, potentially paid for by the NRA’s “Eddie Eagle Gunsafe Program.” The Maine bill sponsor Rep. Paul Davis (R) claimed this course would manage to prevent domestic violence, by giving would-be victims firearms training. “In these situations, these victims [of domestic violence-related slayings] did everything the law provided,” Davis said. “I have to wonder if they knew anything about guns. I don’t think they did. However, if they did and they wanted to protect themselves, what would have happened?”
While I am all about powerful girls, and not anti-gun in the abstract, and think if you're teaching boys to shoot you should teach the girls as well, this is a big unsorted basket of socks that all have OH FUCK NO embroidered upon them.
First, it's lousy time management. If you have a limited number of days on this planet, and the school day is even more limited, a much more expedient way to teach domestic violence prevention is to TEACH BOYS NOT TO HIT WOMEN. If all the focus is on how girls can defend themselves from male predators, all you're teaching the boys is that girls are prey.
Teaching boys not to treat women like dogs, that grown-ups don't behave like that and that rape and other types of assault are not hilarious or excusable no matter who the perpetrator is would go a lot longer towards making victims safer than would a firearm, because if you want to ensure nobody gets attacked, the only way to do that 100 percent is to make sure there are no attackers.
Second, making children paranoid about danger all around them is a pretty easy way to ensure they'll actually go off half-cocked, and while we do an admirable job of scaring the shit out of the young'uns already, adding firearms to the mix helps not in the slightest.
New Orleans is so overly dependent on tourism, and so eager to whore itself out to the highest bidder that our Mayor held a news conference to brag about luring-get ready-Wrestlemania to our fair city in 2014. That's right, the WWE is getting the keys to the city. Now that Carnival parade season is over, it's time for the tourism freak parade to resume,alas.
My friend Jeffrey summed up my disgust with this state of affairs quite nicely at his blog, Library Chronicles, so here's some quotemania in response to wrestlemania:
This morning Mayor Landrieu hosted a press conference celebrating the coming of Wrestlemania 30 to New Orleans in 2014. This event is owned and presented by Vince and Linda McMahon. Linda is a recently failed ultra-conservative Senate candidate from Connecticut who opposes raising the minimum wage and even suggested we consider lowering it. Someone should ask Mayor Landrieu if it's in our best interest as a city to expend our time, money, and energy hosting these kinds of people. No one will ask that, though.
Actually, you just did, Jeffrey. Not that he'd answer, he's too busy pretending that we benefit from bringing a series of freak shows to town. I, for one, prefer our home grown freak shows to imported ones such as Wrestlefuckingmania.That's something to brag about? Really?
I'll give Todd Rundgren the last word since the Mayor's bringing another Freak Parade to town:
CNN likely spent in the mid-five figures to cover the event, according to a rough estimate TVNewser put together. A local Alabama helicopter charter company told us a mid-size helicopter would likely cost around $1,000 an hour to rent, while medium-sized boats in the area run a few hundred dollars a day. The rental fees, combined with costs associated with sending staff to Alabama from Atlanta and New York, and fees associated with broadcasting live on location, and it adds up to somewhere in the $30-$50K range.
Journalism is dying because you kids don't read anymore, and you're too busy lining up for iPads to be serious about real news.
OK, folks - time to drag some more of the older drums of Freeper stupid out of the back and crack them open, Everybody suit up - this is gonna be a stinky one.
First up (and fartherest back) - obviously a ploy!
Secretary of State Hillary Clinton admitted to hospital with blood clot following concussion AP ^ | Sunday, December 30, 2012
Posted on Sunday, December 30, 2012 7:04:06 PM by MinorityRepublican
WASHINGTON (AP) — Secretary of State Hillary Clinton admitted to hospital with blood clot following concussion.
Wasn’t she partying in the Dominican Republic with Huma?
she just having mojito withdrawal..
She’s gonna’ die, right? We’ll never know the truth ~
Fell off the wagon the first day out of detox.....
She may be getting the Vince Foster treatment from the current regime. Karma.
Nope. Traumatic subdural hematoma I bet.
We already knew that Bengazi is bad, but this means that it’s really, really bad, and there’s probably lots more that we do not yet know.
Maybe 90% of the dark, crazy stuff we’ve been theorizing here about it might be true:
Hillary does not launch into this type of exotic political calesthenics for nothing —there are some very heavy-duty skeletons in Bengazi that our shovels have been striking very near.
We’ve gotta keep the pressure up.
This just smells to high heaven.
Seriously, we now have blood clots from a fake concussion?
Is there any limit to the sh*t they are going to shovel down our throats? More to the point, that we are going to swallow?
I don’t give a rat’s ass whether the Hildabeast lives, dies or loses the hair on her testicles. If she does indeed have clots (yeah, sure) it’s certainly not a result of a fabricated concussion.
That’s how my uncle died. Fell off the second last rung of a ladder and got a concussion. Wound up with a clot and died 3 days later. Age 65.
Because, in the end, Mr. Sullivan is simply not intellectually fit or emotionally mature enough to either understand the true heart of American Conservatism or acknowledge the self-evident fact that the Liberals have been right about the Right all along. Instead, Mr. Sullivan pins his hopes on a Wise Conservative Daddy who will come and make it all better.
You know, it's not so much that our discourse is so hopelessly polarized and BOTH SIDES DO IT and how awful and mean everyone is. It's that we've decided disclaimers are more important than facts. If you say something correct about someone, does it matter that that person is of another party?
The facts should be the facts. If I say, for example, that Republican policies lead to outcomes X, Y and Z, as demonstrated by historical fact, all that should matter is whether I am right or wrong. Not where I'm coming from, or what my affiliations are. If I am correct, I am correct whether liberal or conservative. If I am wrong, same deal.
This would, of course, require a press corps both able and willing to determine those facts, and we currently have a press corps that is neither, and would rather read name tags and tell you which team the player is on than determine the truth of what the player is saying.
That still doesn't explain, however, why Democrats only get the benefit of the doubt when criticizing their own party, as exemplified by Joe Lieberman being on every Sunday show every week forever by talking about how Democrats were horrible. Meanwhile, lawmakers who said Bush was horrible were unserious commie traitors who couldn't be listened to by anyone who wanted Washington street cred.
I'm condensing certain things, of course, but the only major criticism of the GOP given credence comes from the GOP, and even then, the people in the GOP who did speak up were quickly made out to be closet liberals with personal failings anyway, so as to both shut them up and discourage future dissenters.
I'm not sure what Sullivan thinks will happen if his dream comes true and Bush-Cheney is taken down by some imaginary principled GOP stalwart. I mean, bygones, anyway, and everybody lost their minds after 9/11 also, and are we still fighting that war? Let's look forward, not back. And for God's sake, keep your powder dry.
Today on Adrastos' obsession with the Jayhawks:
This dates from the Rainy Day Music tour. Gary and company shared the bill with the lovely and talented Gillian Welch on January 3, 2004. It seems to be incomplete (it's missing part of One Man's Problem) but it's more of the set than has turned up on the interweb before.