...of balls to the wall work--or whatever the chick equivalent might be. Yesterday was a marathon. Today I am groggy and hung over. Almost there...
In the meantime, let me weigh in on two things.
First, I am really happy Dean is stepping up to the plate. This last election managed to align the liberals and progressives in common cause against our nation's scariest factions. Now, having lost the election, some of the dems are arguing that somehow it would be an improvement to excise the Michael Moore-ish, Move-on-ish members of the party. I say: Huh? How do you figure. We came on board for your guy. It didn't happen for us. Give us a chance to see if we can make it happen. Anyway, I'm still willing to get in bed with the dems even if they decide that they should continue their "I'm really not that liberal" strategy. I just hope we can start to move away from the party of capitulation platform.
Second, I just hope we're in time to arrest the seemingly inexorable slide to fascism. The latest two articles to make my stomach lurch in this regard are the LA Times article referenced in the interrogation smileys post below and the Herald article posted by the Alternate Brain on the government's doomsday plan. And then today I read about a "surprising surge" in the trade deficit. I have no time for sustained hand-wringing here. I'm just saying it doesn't look good, folks. As I posted on the Brain, I'm thinking it's time to start learning German.
Okay, back to the rockpile. More soon.
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