Saturday, July 30, 2005

One is the loneliest number


The tracks of my tears
Originally uploaded by vegacura.
I'm sure Bagnewsnotes will provide deep analysis, but I was almost moved by this picture this morning. The print edition of Times has an even more elaborate version of it, a wide shot, running across three columns, showing the bonhommie of Republican self-satisfaction during a preznitial bill signing, while Father Frist looks on, unable to join the gay revelry.

It looks like a Rennaissance fresco.

And Frist is standing next to Ted Kennedy, of all people.

The Times provides no context for the photo, further enhancing its editorial attributes.

Perhaps I'm being cynical [Perhaps?], but did Frist and his advisors make the calculation that, at the end of the day, the batshit crazy wing of the party wasn't going to trust or support a man with Frist's level of education and accomplishment? Tom Coburn, a practitioner of love, is one thing, but Frist was a transplant specialist. He held life in his hands, for Jesus' sake. That's like playing God, isn't it? I don't care how many Terri Schiavos he diagnoses remotely. He's just not reliably ignorant.

Or perhaps his conscience got to him, forcing him to step back from the edge he's been standing on since he became majority leader.

It is interesting that he chose to make his views known now, at the end of a week in which the Little Prince got pretty much everything that's been on his Christmas List for the past five years.

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