It seems as if about the time that I found and added to my blogroll the site, We Made Out in a Tree and This Old Guy Sat and Watched Us, the posts abruptly ended. It is a blog on which people send in weird, funny, or weird and funny comments they hear or overhear. I am happy to report that the blog is up and running again and has such new goodies as “The Danger of Foreign Babies,” as well as continuing favorites like: “Statements Made in Casual Conversation That Sound Like Country-Song Titles (Vol. XIII).” Check it out.
Trouble right here in River City, metaphorically speaking
It is amazing the strange political dynamics that can take place during a congressional election year. A case in point is the hubbub (great word!)over the company seeking operations of six major U.S. ports. The company is a state-owned firm of the United Arab Emirates.
Both Democrats and Republicans appear to be siding against the president on this one, saying that allowing the company to take over port operations in these cities significantly threatens national security.
Perhaps one of the weakest arguments — at least to me — is that two of the 9/11 hijackers were from the UAE. And? And the overwhelming majority of those terrorists were from Saudi Arabia, as is Osama bin Laden. I don’t see us putting up a blockade to keep tankers full of Saudi oil out of our country.
I am sure there is more to this story than meets the eye. I hope so because it would be sad to see that the only issue bonding congressional Democrats and Republicans is a case of xenophobia. I guess I’ll just have to see where this hubbub leads and who will be the lead hubbubers, which sounds sort of like whale blubber and that rhymes with pool … in an alternate universe … I suppose.
Scooter needs money. So do I.
Scooter Libby
and Hamid Karzai.
Old buds
You can actually learn something from reading Wonkette. No. I mean really, you can. Wonkette writes about Scooter Libby’s new Web site touting the Libby Legal Defense Trust. (Word detectives: Which words do not fit in Libby Legal Defense Trust?) The indicted, former chief of staff to Veepster Dick Cheney shamelessly asks people if:
“Yes, I want to help Scooter Libby fight these charges and restore his good name.”
And right below it he gives the reader another choice:
“No, I want to help Scooter Libby end up inside a pathetically tiny prison cell with a redwood tree of a man named Psycho.”
Not really.
Libby, if you will remember, faces charges in connection with the outing of CIA agent Valerie Plame. Libby said he is as innocent as a newborn’s butt. That is just paraphrasing of course. So we should remember that Scooter Libby is innocent until proven GUILTY!!! That means that we should not prejudge him as GUILTY!!! before he has had his day in court and is found GUILTY!!! Or innocent. I don’t worry about tainting the jury pool because the only people who read this blog are my friends, people worried about Vivi the missing Whippet dog and the National Security Agency (and they’ll read just about anything).
So give Scooter’s Web site a visit. And if you are tempted to donate money to his legal trust, then e-mail me for instructions on where to send me your money. That is correct — where to send ME the money. And no, I will not give Scooter the money. What I’m saying is if you are tempted to donate your money to Scooter, give it to me instead. Why? Because I’m lovable and promise to make all your wildest dreams come true. Or else … I won’t.
Who let the psychics out? Woof, woof, woof
America’s psychic hotline must be ringing off the walls. A covey of psychics have joined in the search for Vivi the Whippet, the award-winning show dog that escaped prior to catching a flight on Feb. 15 at Kennedy International Airport in New York.
We here at EFD vow to stay with this story until Vivi is found or until we are hit by a gigantic, earth-annihilating meteor, whichever comes first.
Happy Presidents' Day 'Miss Nancy'
Being Presidents’ Day and all, it’s as good a time as any to reflect on those people who could have been president but were not. I’m talking about those heart-beat-away-funeral-attending-ain’t-worth-a-bucket-of-warm …. vice presidents of the United States of America.
I am sure that the country is better off that some of the vice presidents never became president. I know I used to pray for President George H.W. Bush’s health because of his Veep, Dan Quayle. And I’m not even a religious man.
A lot has been said in the last week about Dick Cheney and the similarities of his veepancy with Aaron Burr. Of course, Alexander Hamilton was mortally wounded by Burr as a result of a duel. As far as we now know, Cheney’s shooting and wounding lawyer Harry Whittington was supposedly an accident. After all Cheney only had one beer for lunch that day.
But one has to wonder what the course of history had been if Franklin Pierce had died in office and his successor to the presidency was William Rufus de Vane King. Well, for starters the nation would have been in a hell of a fix because King died after serving only 45 days in office. King curiously took his oath of office in Cuba where he had gone for his health. Apparently the trip didn’t do him a whole hell of a lot of good.
Certain historians have speculated that King was gay (not that there’s anything wrong with it). He allegedly had a relationship with James Buchanan and King was sometimes called “Miss Nancy” by his critics. Oh well, you know what they say: Sticks and stones may break your bones but death will kill ya.
Happy Would-be Presidents’ Day Rufus.