And not only was this

And not only was this kid silly, he was stupid, too.

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Good God. A class action

Good God. A class action suit against Merck over Vioxx was filed in federal court in Oklahoma City this afternoon.

Less than eight hours after Merck announced it was pulling the drug completely.

Damn. Those boys move quick.
There was already a case in the state court, and given today's news the
lawyers on the state court decided to file for Class Action status in
federal court. That's the way these things work. They were probably
getting ready for it, but today's news made it important that it was
filed ASAP, to get as much PR leverage as they could. Coming strictly
as a observer of the actual legal process: a more impressive turnaround
time has yet to be seen.
I think it has to be a universal rule that whenever a lawyer smells
blood in the water they find the ability to move quickly. The rest of
the time they procrastinate. I have more than ample evidence to back
this one up. But they just decided to act from on high: I feel for the
poor paralegal who had to whip that one up this morning. And for the
runner, who had to take it to the federal courthouse, and probably had
a local news crew following them the entire time. Been there, done that
and it's annoying as hell. And all for what? Well, the legal fees
reaped from being the first to file for class action status will buy
those boys and girls some yachts. Quick thinking if you have a firm to
support, but what does it mean in the long run? Will it actually solve
anything? Will Merck be forced to "learn its lesson." Will much needed
drugs be slowed up in the FDA approval process because Vioxx was one of
the first to be fast-tracked, hence a review of the entire process will
be put forth?
Crikeys.
Merck did the right thing and they're going to be crucified for it.
Hell, there's not any "going to be" about it. They already have been
crucified. It's taken less than a day to nail them up to the cross,
hammer in the nails, and slay their side. Not only on Wall Street,
either, as this lawsuit proves. They had to have known this, but
instead of covering it up and waiting for the lawsuits to come, buying
people off one at a time, they instead saw a risk to their customers
and pulled the drug, irregardless of the consequences. Yet, instead of
being rewarded for potentially saving lives, they're being forced to
take a bath in a vat of blood.
This whole thing proves one point: when it comes to corporate
governance, there is absolutely no financial incentive to do the right
thing. You pay for doing the right thing, and you can make money doing
the wrong thing, like hushing this whole thing up, keeping Vioxx on the
market and maybe having a few people die. The lawsuit aside, Merck's
stock dropped twenty-seven percent in value today because they did the right thing
That's really fucking sad. I think the stock should have gone up. I
think responsible corporate governance should be rewarded. After all,
isn't that what the shareholders claim they want? Or is that only when they're
the ones taking a bath that responsible corporate governance is
important? They can't have it both ways. The market, at the insistence
of their shareholders, shouldn't have dumped Merck. They should have
had faith and acted cautiously.

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...on French rifles. Never fired

...on French rifles. Never fired and only dropped once.

A good deal, no?

I realize I'm behind here. Shoot me. I've been cleaning.

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...but it's time to compare

...but it's time to compare and contrast.

{Oh, and by the way, ELECTION FREE ZONE RULE OFF}

Read this.

{...} The most celebrated images were from the wreckage of
9/11 when Bush spoke the only truly inspired off-the-cuff remarks of
his presidency. The actual concrete details of his war-leadership - the
fall of Kabul, the blitzkrieg to Baghdad, the aborted siege of Fallujah
- were absent. So too the protracted negotiations at the U.N. or any
images of Bush with foreign leaders, or the decision to advance the war
by days to get Saddam (more bad intelligence) or even the speech that
launched the Iraq war. What I think the Republicans have realized is
that the war on terror is far more popular and winning an issue for
Bush if it is stripped of its actual events, and setbacks and triumphs
and difficulties. That's why the convention rhetoric approached
propaganda - focusing not on what has happened, but on the virtues of a
strong war-leader. The dynamics of both wars - of instant military
success, followed by damaging and difficult follow-through - were
deliberately obscured. This is good politics; but it strikes me as
risky war-management. People need leaders who level with them about
failures and difficulties in wartime - not gauzy North Korean-style
biopics about the invincibility of the Great Leader. But then this war,
vital as it is, has been exploited by the Bushies for political
purposes since it began. How else to explain the "Mission Accomplished"
photo-op or the bare-knuckled 2002 Congressional campaign? {...}In
this, Bush is, of course, the opposite of Churchill, who brought in
opposition leaders to play key roles in his war-cabinet. I know that's
not the American tradition, but a little less politics might have gone
a long way. And made the middle-ground voter a little more sympathetic
to the narrative that the Republicans are now so effectively deploying.

Then read this.

But what the terrorists are also counting on is that
Americans will not have the stomach for the long haul. They clearly
know that the coming retaliation will not be the end but the beginning.
And when the terrorists strike back again, they have let us know that
the results could make the assault on the World Trade Center look puny.
They are banking that Americans will then cave. They have seen a great
country quarrel to the edge of constitutional crisis over a razor-close
presidential election. They have seen it respond to real threats in the
last few years with squeamish restraint or surgical strikes. They
have seen that, as Israel has been pounded by the same murderous thugs,
the United States has responded with equanimity. They have seen a great
nation at the height of its power obsess for a whole summer over a
missing intern and a randy Congressman. They have good reason to
believe that this country is soft, that it has no appetite for the war
that has now begun. They have gambled that in response to unprecedented
terror, the Americans will abandon Israel to the barbarians who would
annihilate every Jew on the planet, and trade away their freedom for a
respite from terror in their own land.
We cannot forsee the future. But we know the past. And that past tells us that these people who destroyed the heart of New York City have made a terrible mistake.
This country is at its heart a peaceful one. It has done more to help
the world than any other actor in world history. It saved the world
from the two greatest evils of the last century in Nazism and Soviet
Communism. It responded to its victories in the last war by pouring aid
into Europe and Japan. In the Middle East, America alone has ensured
that the last hope of the Jewish people is not extinguished and has
given more aid to Egypt than to any other country. It risked its own
people to save the Middle East from the pseudo-Hitler in Baghdad.
America need not have done any of this. Its world hegemony has been
less violent and less imperial than any other comparable power in
history. In the depths of its soul, it wants its dream to itself, to be
left alone, to prosper among others, and to welcome them to the freedom
America has helped secure.
But whenever Americans have been challenged, they have risen to the
task. In some awful way, these evil thugs may have done us a favor.
America may have woken up for ever. The rage that will follow from this
grief and shock may be deeper and greater than anyone now can imagine.
Think of what the United States ultimately did to the enemy that bombed
Pearl Harbor. Now recall that American power in the world is all but
unchallenged by any other state. Recall that America has never been
wealthier, and is at the end of one of the biggest booms in its
history. And now consider the extent of this wound - the greatest
civilian casualties since the Civil War, an assault not just on
Americans but on the meaning of America itself. When you take a step
back, it is hard not to believe that we are now in the quiet moment
before the whirlwind. Americans will recover their dead, and they will
mourn them, and then they will get down to business. Their sadness will
be mingled with an anger that will make the hatred of these evil
fanatics seem mild.

{emphasis mine}
I suppose the point would be is that Sullivan seems to have forgotten
what he wrote the week after 9/11. And all the lessons therein.
Notice in the first passage it's all about bringing "moderates" on
board. And the only way, apparently, that Bush et.al. could do so was
to admit they made mistakes in the running of the war.
Well, ok. I suppose that could fly in a theoretical sense, but down
here in the muck and mire that is a presidential campaign, if Bush took
such an action he might as well have bared his chest and handed Kerry a
sword and told him to have at the disembowling.
What the hell is Sullivan thinking?
You do not, under any circumstances, hand your opponent the means they
need to win. That's not just politics. That's life.
Yet the greater problem with Sullivan's attitude these days is that
given the second passage, one would think that since he saw clearly in
the days after 9/11 that it was going to be a long war, that people
would need to realize this and support their government's efforts. That
he'd understand that Bush, election aside, simply cannot admit there
were any mistakes made---election or no election---because that would
encourage the terrorists.
Andrew's lost track of his priorities. I know why. Everyone who reads
his site knows why. He was personally offended by the President's
support of the FMA. Never mind that this was a political move by Bush,
and that the proposed amendment was one Sullivan even admitted was
destined to fail from the beginning, it was this act of betrayal that
led Sullivan to start turning toward Kerry. Not because Kerry is the
better alternative, or that he's proven with his outstanding four and a half months in Vietnam that he can win the war, but because he's anyone but Bush.
In theory and in practice, the guy you disagree with can be voted out.
That's the way democracy works. I fail to see, however, when presented
with the two choices we have this year, how voting for Kerry is going
to make all the problems disappear or make us safer. Furthermore, I
would expect Sullivan to come to this conclusion as well. He's too
smart for this garbage, particularly when he knew
in the days after 9/11 how important it was for us to present a unified
front. Dissent is all well and good, but when the Kerry campaign is
attacking the President's ability to lead, is second guessing
every move he makes in the War on Terror, and is constantly banging the
AWOL drum, and the lefty media covers it incessantly, well, what
message, exactly, do the terrorists get from that? I've long thought
that this election year, while boring in the extreme for its lack of
innovation, is probably the simplest election we've faced in years.
This year the choice is clear. You either dance with the guy who brung
you this far, or you look for a new partner, knowing full well that
this guy might just get you killed in the meantime. If America fails to
make the right choice come November 2nd, well, look for more terrorist
attacks. It will happen. Not because we've been lucky this far in being
spared, which I don't believe is the case, but because when an enemy
smells a weakness they attack. In case we'd forgotten in the midst of
all SwiftVets debacle, we do
have enemies. And they want us dead. Sullivan seems to forget this in
his betrayal. He's lost track of his priorites. He forgets that if we
don't win this war on terrorism none of the rest of it matters. The
economy won't matter because there won't be markets. The deficit won't
matter because there won't be an American government to pay it off. The
FMA won't matter because no one will be getting married in the first
place. For all these other things to matter, we must win the war. And to do that, we must keep the guy in office who scares the ever living crap out of the people who want to kill us.

It's really quite simple.

And one would think Sullivan would realize this.

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Got your attention, didn't I?

Got your attention, didn't I?

Heheheheh.

There's a good cause goin' on in the blogosphere and it's called the Bloggers Boobie-Thon, or the charity drive that gives you a little somethin' in return.
In essence, bloggers---male and female---send in pics of their
covered/uncovered boobs and people pay to see them, with the proceeds
going to the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation. So, basically you
get to view a little soft core pr0n without the guilt. Good deal, no?
Considering that I know most of you just stop
by here as a breather between pr0n sites, this should combine your
activities into a one stop shop rather well.
So, if you're a blogger, go and submit a pic to help raise money for a
VERY good cause and help to publicize it with a mention on your blog.
If you're a regular reader, well, get out your credit cards, kids, and
get ready for some hot blogger boobie action! And just for the record,
I will be submitting a picture. Just as soon as I go and purchase a new
bra. The husband's going to go batty with happiness when he reads this.
I just know it.
Sigh.

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Thank God I don't have

Thank God I don't have to watch endless amounts of coverage on this
anymoreThank God the Kobe sideshow is over and done with Do I feel
sorry for the girl involved Yes But damn was this a major media
sideshow or what It's over It's over It's over It's overIt's overOnce
they throw Scott Peterson and Michael Jackson in jail I can have my
cable news back without it ever being sullied with their omnipresence
anymoreIt's overIt's overIt's overThank freakin' GodI hope she gets as
much money out of Kobe as he spent in the adultery section at Harry
Winston last summer if not moreIt's overIt's overIt's over Did I give
my thanks to God yetOk wellI think you get the gist.

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Ok, let's try this again.

Ok, let's try this again. Wireless, while the best thing since sliced
bread, also sucks the battery power on the laptop like a frat boy sucks
on a keg tap. I had this post all done and wham! wee bastard acted, indeed, like a wee bastard and shut down on me.

I will try to be quick about this because I know you're all dying
to know what I thought about the debate.
Kerry was stronger than I expected him to be, and he almost came off as
sincere to me, which is somewhat worrying. I know that Kerry's been
everywhere on his Iraq position: but does the average
independent/undecided know this? I have no idea. They might, given all
the advertising, but if they don't, well, I can understand that they
might have found his performance impressive and very presidential,
which is exactly what they wanted. All Kerry had to do to lose this
debate was act like he has on the campaign trail. He didn't, however.
While he slipped his big toe into the wonk pool, he never jumped in
whole-hog, like Al Gore. Someone in Democrat City is learning the
lessons of the past. I don't know who it is, but whomever beat Kerry
into submission deserves a bottle of Jack Daniels, a hotel room and
some willing young campaign workers. They had a hard task: to keep him
from imploding and they managed to achieve it. Bush, while he seemed a
little peevish when Kerry was speaking, did what he needed to do: he
stayed on message and did his deal. That's all he needed to do. But
it's the "soft bigotry of low expectations" all over again, to my mind.
And this is strictly a gut feeling, but I got the feeling in 2000 that
Bush's advisors were sitting in the background, keeping their fingers
crossed, whispering, "Don't screw it up. Don't screw it up." I got the
same impression again tonight. All he needed to do was not
screw up. I wanted him to really go after Kerry. I think he could have
done more to hammer home his points. But he chose the safe route and
simply stayed on message. I think it was an effective means of debating
Kerry, but not a wildly successful one.
What's going to come out in the wash? Well, I don't think Kerry's going
to benefit tremendously from his performance. This is going to be
another non-bounce event for him. He might pull one or two polling
points, but nothing that will shoot him beyond the margin of error in
most polls. Neither is Bush going to pull away, but will stay steady
instead. He was impressive in his consistency, but I don't think it's
going to help him to make his lead into a dominating one.
So, in essence, it's a draw. Not the most original conclusion to be
drawing, given every pundit on TV seems to be saying the same damn
thing, but that's my conclusion. Others, however, disagree. Steve-o's calling it for Dubya.

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Well... ...not really. Although he

Well...


...not
really. Although he took a good whack at the gin.
After hosting the in-laws and the G'parent-in-laws on Friday night, the
husband and I took Saturday off and spent Sunday preparing ourselves
for seldom sober's arrival
at the Cake Eater Pad. Which meant that I washed the spare set of
sheets and the towels. No arduous labor was involved. Thank God. He
arrived around six-thirty and we spent the rest of the night finishing
off the leftover mashed potatoes from Friday night and drinking, of
course. I had a great time. I know the husband did, as well, because he
and Rich got to speak geek. Turns out, they're both members of the
phylla geekus extraordinarius,
so they got on well. I think they even threw some super-secret geek
gang signs at each other when they thought I wasn't looking but I could
have just been drunk at the time and was seeing things.

Anyhoo, it was nice to finally meet another blogger, and Rich, the couch is yours whenever you want it.

{published on 9/8/04 even though I wrote it on the seventh. Grrr with the Blogger!}

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You know, I don't mean

You know, I don't mean to criticize, but girls, it might behoove you to bring shotguns to a shotgun wedding.
Better chance of it actually happening that way, ya dig?

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Ok, so it's still in

Ok, so it's still in progress and I'm sitting here, trying to push
Kerry into the background, but I have a few observations:
Bush is doing well. But for the love of God, there really are times
when I wish he was a better extemperaneous speaker. The "uh's" and
"um's" drive me battier than a English Granny with ninety-seven cats.
Kerry, while highly wonkish, isn't doing too bad. However, I don't
think his "tough" stance is going to bring anyone around, simply for
the reason he's jumped around too much on Iraq. There's too much
evidence to the contrary. Who's to say he's not going to change his
mind---again---next week. That and he reminds me of a schoolboy with
his earnest notetaking, like he's trying to win by being conscientious.
For more liveblogging, go to Llamabutchers. Steve-o's blogging it live via dial-up. Go and throw him a bone or two. Vodkapundit was going to do the same, but when I tried to visit, his server was down. He's back up and running. Go visit.

UPDATE: Bush just said "moolah" instead of "mullah" and "nuklar"
in one sentence. Sheesh. Texas accent or no, it's just makes me cringe.
UPDATE II: Is it just me or did Kerry just flip-flop on Iraq...again?

UPDATE III: Nuclear proliferation is your greatest priority? Huh?

And he just invoked the Ghost of Kennedy.

Christ.

UPDATE IV: Imagined Laura Bush whisperings to Teresa Heinz Kerry: You do know you're not supposed to wear white after Labor Day, don't you? Darling, it's just not done. Reaaallly.

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The husband and I packed

The husband and I packed a picnic lunch and then meandered over to Lake
Harriet this afternoon.
Not an unusual activity for us, you'll note if you're a regular reader,
but today's activities at the lake were unusual. A
local businessman decided the bandshell looked like crap, so he rounded
up businesses to donate time, money and supplies toward painting the
bandshell and the surrounding buildings. Today is re-dedication
day. Since it was sunny and eighty-five degrees, and they were having
loads of live music, we decided it would be a fun thing to do to get us
out of the house.
We were right and it was well-worth venturing out of the land of air
conditioning and wi-fi internet connections. While it was warm outside,
we managed to snag a good spot in the shade (and one that was
immediately jumped upon when we vacated)and enjoyed the nice, constant
breeze that was blowing off the lake. And thank goodness for that
breeze, too. People would have been dropping like flies from the
heatstroke otherwise. Since we were packing up the backpack with all
sorts of necessities, the husband threw in the digital camera and I got
the opportunity to act as (as the husband phrased it) "Kathy the Cake
Eater: Cub Reporter."
If today wasn't a nice day where you are, we'll share and you can take
vicarious pleasure in our wanderings. As always, if you truly think
bigger is better, click to enlarge.


The Bandshell From Our Vantage Point


They Even Chipped Out For A New Flag


Some fool thinks he's actually going to get something good out of the Strib's Op-Ex Section.


The Ice Cream Palace (aka The husband's favorite place at the lake)


A List O' Contributors


Kevin Bowe (tan shirt) and a few of the Okemah Prophets.


The bandshell from the lake side. I almost fell into the lake taking this photo.


The event rated a video wall! We've hit the big time, baby!


"What
the hell do you think you're doing?" sez the husband. We had a good
time but we left before Mick Sterling, The Minnesota Orchestra, The
Honeydogs and one of my personal favorites, Boogie Wonderland, started
up. It should be a fun night over at the lake, and if you live in the
Cities, I would highly recommend making the time to go over. It's gotta
be better than sitting around your house reading worthless blogs.

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Funny.

Funny.

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...or does Shep Smith need

...or does Shep Smith need to cut back on the botox injections?

Crikeys. Does this guy look like he's a regular customer at McNamara/Troy or what?

Lines, Shep. Lines! An anchorman is supposed to have lines. It's some sort of subjective measure as to how experienced
you are. You, however, have no freakin' lines. Ya' need some lines,
dude. I find myself watching your broadcast, looking for a sign of a
random forehead line. Waiting for some sort of expression on your face.
But the botox has you all froze up, eh?
Cut back. Pleaaaaseee?

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Start here... then go here...

Start here...

then go here...

and here, and here, and then, for shits and giggles, go here
and give your best guess as to when Dan Rather will retire.
I hope Dan Rather retires. He's an idiot. And not just because he's a
crappy reporter, although that can't be too overplayed, but because of
another, personal observation. In 1993, the husband and I were students
at Iowa State when the 500 year flood came through Ames. Des Moines,
about thirty-five miles south, was hit much harder. Their idiotically
placed waterworks were flooded and, suddenly, there was no potable
water in a city of a quarter-million people. The husband's family was
living in Des Moines and we found ourselves making regular runs from
Ames to provide them with bottled water as there was none to be found
in Des Moines. The city was caught with its pants down, in other words.
On one trip down there, the husband and I decided to go and help
sandbag to get the waterworks back online. This wasn't too far from his
parents' house and we had to park at a local college and then cross a
bridge to get to where the sandbagging was going on. All of the
national anchors and their various satellite trucks were set up on this
bridge. First we passed Tom Brokaw, who was dressed in a denim shirt
and jeans and was chatting amiably with a local. Then we passed Peter
Jennings, dressed identically to Brokaw, who was on one of those huge
cellular phones that were common during that era, shouting into it,
trying to suss something out with people who were elsewhere. Then we
passed Dan Rather. Who was chatting with someone and who was wearing hip waders.

Even though he was nowhere near the water.

Even though he never went anywhere near the water.

The husband and I were closer to the water whilst sandbagging than Dan Rather ever was. He was wearing hip waders.
We were wearing t-shirts, shorts and tennis shoes. And we were
sandbagging on a hot, sunny Iowa summer's day. He must have been hotter
than hell, yet he never took the freakin' things off. When we left a
few hours later, he was still wearing them. Let's just say that he was
the running joke of the sandbag circle.

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This is what happens when

This
is what happens when the English Department figures out what that neat
little feather icon under the "Start" button stands for.
Heh.
You know, Jeff Goldstein always reminds me of a deranged, mad
scientist, working in secret in his basement, laughing maniacally as he
adjusts the flames under his bubbling, steaming beakers. One can only
imagine what Jeff's like in real life. It's
probably a letdown. He probably just sits in front of the computer in
between changings and feedings, with Fox News running in the
background.

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Dan Rather is still full

Dan Rather is still full of shit.

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I just took these

I just took these photos. That's the sidewalk in front of the Cake
Eater Pad. The nice, conservative Lutheran church across the street
loans out their drive-through entrance to student groups from Southwest
High School for fundraising car washes. We have to endure this at least
once a week during nice weather. The kids scream and holler to get
people to stop.
They also, as you can see, use sex to bring drivers into their car
wash. Now, before you say, "Hey, Kathy, lighten up. It's just kids in swimsuits. It's no big deal."
Look at the photos again. I realize they're not the best shots, but
notice where their car wash signs are placed. Notice that the young
lady in the black and red ensemble has her straps pulled off her
shoulders. Then imagine what that would look like to the
drivers on the street.
Are you getting the picture yet?
Where are these kids parents? Where are the faculty advisors? Do they
not realize that, in essence, these kids are prostituting themselves to
bring in donations? The church pastor is more interested in being
"involved in the community" than he is worrying about what sort of
reputation these kids are bringing down onto his church. He's not going
to do anything about it. He's told me as much when I've complained
about the noise these buggers make. What's really scary is that not one
of these adults seems to be worried about what could possibly happen
when teenagers---who have little or no common sense to begin with---get
out there, shake their thing, and a sexual predator drives by. And then
stops. And then makes contact. Yep. It's a pedophile's wet dream right
outside my door, and it's one that no one apparently seems to be
worried about.

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Sheesh. Vandalism of Bush campaign

Sheesh.

Vandalism of Bush campaign signs in the front yard of Bob
James' London Road home escalated over the weekend to new levels of
malice.
A green swastika was spray-painted onto James' sidewalk. The words
"Nazi" and "Liar" were painted over Bush-Cheney campaign signs and two
of his vehicles were damaged.
The signs had been vandalized before, but this time the language was
uglier. In addition, the back window of an SUV was broken and the door
of a pickup truck was dented, apparently with a chunk of asphalt, James
said.

Lawn signs have gained a touchy reputation of late here in the People's
Republic---at least here in the Twin Cities. If you would have asked me
yesterday about other places in the state, I wouldn't have said there
was an issue like that of the Cities. Apparently, I was wrong. There
wasn't a problem in the 2000 election---until Bush "stole" the
election. Then lawn signs became fair play for vandals. Then Wellstone
died right before the election in 2002. People here kept his lawn signs
up and decorated them with black cloth, as a sign of mourning. I
thought this was relatively classy until it was February of 2003 and
there was no indication that any of these people were planning on
taking them down. My ex-hippie neighbor was one of these people. And
she had more than a few Wellstone signs trashed. I know because I found
them in my lawn, of course. Then came the signs that called for the
liberation of Iraq. These reportedly weren't too popular, but
suprisingly they were all over the place. Of course, however, there
were the signs that called for "Support our Soldiers: Keep Them Out of
Iraq," to counterprotest the liberation signs. Then some bright soul
decided to put out lawn signs and bumperstickers in Wellstone green
that declared, "He's Dead. Get Over It."
That's when the shit hit the fan.
I haven't seen any Bush/Cheney signs in Cake Eater Land as of yet. I've
seen lots of "W '04" bumper stickers, but no signs. I have, however,
seen plenty of Kerry/Edwards propaganda. I've been wondering if I
should get a big Bush/Cheney sign for the yard---you know, just to see
how long it takes before someone vandalizes it. We live on a busy
street. There's plenty of traffic and more than a few walkers who pass
by on a daily basis. It's not a matter of if if would happen, it's a matter of when.
I don't know, however, if I want to deal with people who spray paint
swastikas on the sidewalk and who vandalize cars as a means of showing
their "dissent."

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Robbo o' El Llamabutchers has

Robbo o' El Llamabutchers has decided to come over to the Dark Side.

We shall eagerly be awaiting the results of his experiment.

Heheheheheh.

{Gawd. I've been dying to post that all damn day long! Effin' Blogger.}

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In case you didn't know

In case you didn't know there's a Big. Ass. Hurricane. pounding Florida right now.

The Pious Agnostic is live blogging the event. He hasn't posted in about an hour and I'm beginning to get worried. He might have just lost power, but, sheesh...who knows, eh?

Stay safe, Rob!

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