nude highway driving

First off, may I please say how thoroughly tired I am of the California recall? It’s not just about the California economy anymore … or even the battle between Republicans who hate the little people and Democrats who can’t take a stand on anything. It’s now about crap food.
One shit, one vote.

A friend asked me to write what I think about the whole CIA leak scandal. I try not to go political too much - unless I’m flaming pissed about something - because there are so many political blogs out there, and some do it way better than I or many others ever could. I will say that I think this will be one of the more damaging blows against the Redneck Across Town, or at least to his puppetmaster. Not that anyone in the White House is worried - here is their reaction to being asked today if they think the White House will ever find the person who leaked the undercover CIA agent’s name (warning: Yahoo link - won’t last forever).

Even if nothing significant comes out of this, the scandal did bring me a grin last week on the news desk. My boss, who’s a tad naive at times (nothing’s funnier on slow news days than explaining teabagging or salad tossing to him), pulled an analysis piece on the leak for one of our nation pages. He wasn’t thinking when he slugged it, and seeing LEAKANAL03 gave me a much-needed junior-high laugh. Besides, no bloated rant can capture the situation as perfectly as the fourth panel of Tom Tomorrow’s latest creation.

I’m about to descend into Week of Hell ‘03 at work, so posting might soon be scarce or at the very least done late at night while I’m hopped up on bennies, Guinness or horse. Sometimes I forget that at a newspaper, all fecal matter stops at the copy desk, no matter how many cracks it’s slipped through. A noble band of merry masochists we be.