Reflection

No, I haven’t stopped caring. I’m just quietly observing. Y’know, resting. Saving my strength, as it were.

Really, there hasn’t been much too get excited about. Woo-hoo, go Lance. Yay, we made it back to space in one piece (and, hopefully, we can make it back). But, crap, the terrorists have struck again one and a half times. (Are we really winning this thing? It’s hard to tell.)

In politics, the Democrats are getting all geared up to shoot themselves in the foot over this John Roberts thing. C’mon, guys. You’re gonna lose. Let’s not have a big scene where everyone ends up getting all dirty. The guy’s not fuckin’ Bork, fer Christ’s sake! Save your ammunition for Rove. I mean, if you care at all about derailing the Bush Express, nailing Karl is the way to go, right? After all, he’s a prick. Roberts seems like a genuinely nice guy.

More encouraging is George Pataki’s announcement that he’s not going to run for governor of New York next year, which will free him up for something bigger. Man, I hope he runs for president and gets some support (this time). It’d be awesome to see the GOP split between a sensible candidate and a Servant of the Flock.