Tuesday, November 18, 2008


Imagine there was a movie - no, two movies - that you had been looking forward to all summer. Now imagine that they have both been arbitrarily pulled from distribution, so you'll never get to see them. That's how I feel right now. 

I've been dreaming of these elaborate Senate ceremonies: loud, ugly orgies of vituperation and ritual shaming for convicted felon Ted Stevens and backstabbing twat Joe Lieberman. They would be conducted in accordance with some dusty book held by the Rules Committee; a book that had never before been opened. 

Then Lieberman got off with a slap on the wrist, and Stevens had to go and lose. 

The only thing keeping me alive right now is the hope that Stevens will demand a recount. But it's not looking good. 

Today is a bummer.