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Starting to actually look through all the tools available on blogger, so we'll be making a few changes in the next few days, weeks.
The first change is already in place -- the Vega is ready for passengers. I've added a link to comments after each post, so I'm hoping, dear readers, that you'll find something in here that is so remarkably stupid, uninformed, or just plain inane that it will compel you to post a comment.
And a new feature -- links should now open to a new window, so there is no escape.
On to today's "news."
Kevin Drum continues to be the source for all things regarding the scandal that the administration just can't get ahead of. Today he links to an interview with a guy who was actually stationed in Alabama at the time Bush was supposed to be there. Dental records or not, nobody remembers seeing his pearly whites on the base.
Was it Clark? Chris Lehane? What would be the point of that. When it looks like a Rove, walks like a Rove, and honks like a Rove, well you get my point.
Speaking of Clark. A saddened, but resolute Amy Sullivan on why Clark never got his footing.
And, interns aside, Kerry is looking very strong despite the ongoing idiocy of many of Slate's columnists.
Alan Greenspan just sinks lower and lower.
And in this time of Orange Alerts, it's reassuring to know that our police forces are focusing on the true threat to our democracy -- non-violent protesters.
Where is the outrage? Where is Mickey Mouse, Sully, and the other Times error police when you need them. Yet another international "color" piece where the reporter clearly either wasn't there or was hallucinating.
"Like Cuba or Iraq under Saddam Hussein, Syria is condemned to love the cars of its enemy. And Syria's fate Â? a happy one, mostly, to hear it from owners and the people who keep them rumbling along Â? is to see perfectly running vintage American cars everywhere, transported metal and memory of a more carefree superpower: big DeSotos like Art Deco locomotives; a two-toned Chevy Bel Air, its eagle hood ornament sleekly guarding a carpet shop; the Dodge Dart, a car that did not seem like much at the time, but which manages better than its boxier brothers through the narrow streets of the Old City in Damascus, the epicenter of an older, now-vanished empire."
Trouble is, the Bel Air, as everyone who ever lusted after one knows, did not have an eagle hood ornament sleekly guarding anything. Even "the French know that."
The first change is already in place -- the Vega is ready for passengers. I've added a link to comments after each post, so I'm hoping, dear readers, that you'll find something in here that is so remarkably stupid, uninformed, or just plain inane that it will compel you to post a comment.
And a new feature -- links should now open to a new window, so there is no escape.
On to today's "news."
Kevin Drum continues to be the source for all things regarding the scandal that the administration just can't get ahead of. Today he links to an interview with a guy who was actually stationed in Alabama at the time Bush was supposed to be there. Dental records or not, nobody remembers seeing his pearly whites on the base.
Was it Clark? Chris Lehane? What would be the point of that. When it looks like a Rove, walks like a Rove, and honks like a Rove, well you get my point.
Speaking of Clark. A saddened, but resolute Amy Sullivan on why Clark never got his footing.
And, interns aside, Kerry is looking very strong despite the ongoing idiocy of many of Slate's columnists.
Alan Greenspan just sinks lower and lower.
And in this time of Orange Alerts, it's reassuring to know that our police forces are focusing on the true threat to our democracy -- non-violent protesters.
Where is the outrage? Where is Mickey Mouse, Sully, and the other Times error police when you need them. Yet another international "color" piece where the reporter clearly either wasn't there or was hallucinating.
"Like Cuba or Iraq under Saddam Hussein, Syria is condemned to love the cars of its enemy. And Syria's fate Â? a happy one, mostly, to hear it from owners and the people who keep them rumbling along Â? is to see perfectly running vintage American cars everywhere, transported metal and memory of a more carefree superpower: big DeSotos like Art Deco locomotives; a two-toned Chevy Bel Air, its eagle hood ornament sleekly guarding a carpet shop; the Dodge Dart, a car that did not seem like much at the time, but which manages better than its boxier brothers through the narrow streets of the Old City in Damascus, the epicenter of an older, now-vanished empire."
Trouble is, the Bel Air, as everyone who ever lusted after one knows, did not have an eagle hood ornament sleekly guarding anything. Even "the French know that."
posted by John at 8:13 PM
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