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February 12th, 1999

And that’s that

Posted in Politics by MB

45-55 and 50-50

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Of course we’re all glad that it’s over. Almost as if you want to just pretend it never happened.

That’s what I’d like to try to do. Get back to railing on about defense spending and education spending and . . . .you know, the usual. As as soon as I think I can do that, I hear another clip about the impeachment. Just another little twist. On NPR, Henry Hyde tells us has “no personal animosity towards” President Clinton.

What the fuck!?

You think the man is screwed up enough to remove him from elected office, but you have no personal animosity? You should hate him with every bone in your body if you think he’s done to this country what you told the Senate he did.

*I’d* hate him.

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So you see? I’m trying, but it’s hard. But I think I’ve got it figured out. I won’t say anything till the next election as long as I can  say something nasty to Linda “I’d do it again” Tripp next time I see her. Cool?

February 8th, 1999

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Posted in DC, Society by MB

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And I bet you don’t even know what I’m talking about.

But if I mentioned the word “niggardly”, you probably would.

Oh, the outrage.

It’s enough to make a man  . . .develop some prejudices.

February 5th, 1999

The Hashemite King

Posted in Society by MB

I wonder why I’m sure the (impending) death of King Hussein won’t be covered as the tragedy it will be.

Okay, he’s not a princess, blond, or beautiful.   Pretty much cuts out all American interest in royalty, no?

But do you see the incredibly sad story that it is?   A man who’s worked all his life towards a goal, only to see it slipping away just before his death?  Not knowing whether the country he’s worked to hold together for nearly 50 years will crumble the moment he dies?  Whether anyone can begin to take his place in slowly bringing stability to the region?

I can’t quite explain why I’m thinking about this so much.