October 28th, 2004

leverage team carnival

The dingoes ate my chief of staff!

Congrats to the Red Sox and to all their fans!

It's doubly good news, because, according to the Wall Street Journal (which I'd link to directly, but it requires a damn subscription), "Standard and Poor's has noted that when a team with red uniforms wins the World Series, the Democratic candidate wins 71% of the time."

Also, I'd just like to say that if the Astros had made it to the World Series (something they've NEVER DONE--EVER), they would have given the Sox a run for their money and made it a much more interesting series. Of course, the Astros would have ultimately choked (as they inevitably do), so the Sox still would have won, but that would have been fine with me, because all I want is to see my hometown team make it to the damn World Series, and I don't even care if they actually win or not. Okay, I'm done being bitter about that now.

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Marching feet, Johnny Reb, what's the price of heroes?

I'm so sick of listening to Rudy Giuliani whore for the Republican party. From an AP story:

Former New York City Mayor Rudolph Giuliani said the troops in Iraq, not the president, bore the responsibility for searching for the explosives.

What. An. Ass. Yes, by all means, let's place the blame on the troops instead of the commander-in-chief. But it gets worse:

"John Kerry wants to pretend we do know what happened," Giuliani told Today. "We don't know what happened. The best possibility is that those explosives were gone even before the troops got there ... at least it's an equal possibility."

Oh, okay. So it's PERFECTLY ALL RIGHT if the administration has no freaking clue what happened to 400 tons of explosives we were responsible for securing.

On the bright side, however, Bush is apparently now stumping for Kerry:

"A political candidate who jumps to conclusions without knowing the facts is not a person you want as your commander in chief," Bush told supporters Wednesday.

You're damn right. Also, hello, pot? This is the kettle. You're so totally black.
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There will be fisticuffs, brethren, I say fisticuffs

Why I love Molly Ivins: Reason #567.

From today's column...

Liberals, normally gentle as little kittens -- usually you can go right up to 'em and touch their soft, curly fur, they don't mind a bit -- are in an alarming state of righteous anger. This time, they devoutly believe, jackbooted fascism is just around the corner. Not only do they think the Bill of Rights is being quietly dismantled, they are sentient enough to notice that our reputation around the world has gone from the instant support of Sept. 11 to disgust and fear.

Meanwhile, many evangelical Christians are convinced gay marriage is upon us and will be the end of civilization. How they convinced themselves George W. Bush is the Lord's anointed is beyond me. I've known him since high school and watched him closely as a public official for 10 years, and I have yet to see the first sign of it.

Love. Her.

Oh, and here's something that's been floating around the internet long enough to get it's own page at snopes.com, but I'd never seen it before today and it's funny as hell so I'm posting it.

The last three lines of the French care instructions on this American-made backpack sold in France translates as "We're sorry our president is an idiot. We didn't vote for him."

Yes, you can order them online.
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