Today’s date: Monday, 04 June 2007.
Your next chance to elect a president: Tuesday, 04 November 2008.
That president-elect’s inauguration day: Tuesday, 20 January 2009.
Distance between now and Election Day: 1 year, 5 months.
Distance between now and inauguration day: 1 year, 7 months, 15 days.
Just wanted to get that out there, in the event anyone has the mistaken impression the presidential debates we’re seeing now are relevant, or even that the candidates are answering questions that will still be lingering at the fore of the American consciousness 17 months from now.
The largest of these being the Iraqi War, which as we sit today has a three-month plus length of fuse left to burn through, during which time the Iraqis are expected to prove, without reasonable doubt, that they are as interested in their own long term safety and well being as we are. (Well, as some of us are.) Should the Iraqis not show greater enthusiasm in rooting out and eliminating the Dirt Worshipers before some magical date in September, the face of the conflict will (and should) change greatly. Resistance to funding and troop withdrawal will largely evaporate, and then the fistfights will be about how and when to bring large numbers of soldiers home, and where bases should be established, but not over whether we should continue to stand and allow our good intentions to be shoveled to the wayside.
On the happier (but less likely) side of the ledger, the Iraqis could find it within themselves to come to their senses, begin to take themselves seriously, start working through the more contentious matters standing between their various adorable little fanaticisms and an earnestly functioning government – and it’s not even that I would need to see it humming along flawlessly by September; I’d settle for Steps In The Right Direction (as, I’m sure, would President Bush). Supposing there arise further Steps In The Right Direction, the president could make an argument for continuing to assist the Iraqis in their path to autonomy, meaning the Iraqi debate on these shores could turn to, I don’t know, equitable distribution of funds for pivotal ….. zzzzzzzzzz
In any case, the odds are exceptional The War as construed and criticized today (at occasions like last night’s Democrats debate on CNN) will have changed greatly between now and Election Day 2008. For Senator Clinton to say she has a three point plan to bring soldiers home is fine, I guess, but no matter how industriously constructed, her plan cannot possibly account for whatever variables might arise in Iraq between now and the Democratic convention.
Of course, yes, a debate at this remove serves only to demonstrate which candidate is most willing to push aside their pride and convictions to kiss the ring collectively worn by the loosely confederated band of nitwits and filthy heathens that make up the MoveOn contingency; the provocative footrace to demonstrate who can run the furthest Left the fastest, all to win the affections of a group of people genetically predisposed to resent nuance in thought and action. Nice going, whoever won.
But has anyone bothered to tell the Democrats they’re not running against President Bush next November?
2) Sometime Tuesday I’ll get around to isolating the audio and / or video for all my blog peeps (both of you), but noted political ignoramus / otherwise hot piece of ass Sarah Silverman torched Paris Hilton in her monologue at the MTV Movie Awards Sunday night. (Was I alone in not knowing until the last minute the thing had even been scheduled?) Naturally I made no effort to watch the thing, but after reading an article this afternoon sought out the clips in question, linked for you here. (Granted I’d seen Silverman on commercials while flipping past MTV, but so distracted was I by the fantasy where I blow wave after wave of DNA across her face, I’d neglected to notice why she was there.)
By chance this morning, I stumbled upon video of Hilton going to jail and knew I was living the greatest day ever. Here’s to hoping she’ll emerge with her breath smelling oddly of the ocean – hoping against hope that the women she’s forced to service in jail will have much less regard for hygiene and grooming than the girls Hilton is used to servicing.
Your next chance to elect a president: Tuesday, 04 November 2008.
That president-elect’s inauguration day: Tuesday, 20 January 2009.
Distance between now and Election Day: 1 year, 5 months.
Distance between now and inauguration day: 1 year, 7 months, 15 days.
Just wanted to get that out there, in the event anyone has the mistaken impression the presidential debates we’re seeing now are relevant, or even that the candidates are answering questions that will still be lingering at the fore of the American consciousness 17 months from now.
The largest of these being the Iraqi War, which as we sit today has a three-month plus length of fuse left to burn through, during which time the Iraqis are expected to prove, without reasonable doubt, that they are as interested in their own long term safety and well being as we are. (Well, as some of us are.) Should the Iraqis not show greater enthusiasm in rooting out and eliminating the Dirt Worshipers before some magical date in September, the face of the conflict will (and should) change greatly. Resistance to funding and troop withdrawal will largely evaporate, and then the fistfights will be about how and when to bring large numbers of soldiers home, and where bases should be established, but not over whether we should continue to stand and allow our good intentions to be shoveled to the wayside.
On the happier (but less likely) side of the ledger, the Iraqis could find it within themselves to come to their senses, begin to take themselves seriously, start working through the more contentious matters standing between their various adorable little fanaticisms and an earnestly functioning government – and it’s not even that I would need to see it humming along flawlessly by September; I’d settle for Steps In The Right Direction (as, I’m sure, would President Bush). Supposing there arise further Steps In The Right Direction, the president could make an argument for continuing to assist the Iraqis in their path to autonomy, meaning the Iraqi debate on these shores could turn to, I don’t know, equitable distribution of funds for pivotal ….. zzzzzzzzzz
In any case, the odds are exceptional The War as construed and criticized today (at occasions like last night’s Democrats debate on CNN) will have changed greatly between now and Election Day 2008. For Senator Clinton to say she has a three point plan to bring soldiers home is fine, I guess, but no matter how industriously constructed, her plan cannot possibly account for whatever variables might arise in Iraq between now and the Democratic convention.
Of course, yes, a debate at this remove serves only to demonstrate which candidate is most willing to push aside their pride and convictions to kiss the ring collectively worn by the loosely confederated band of nitwits and filthy heathens that make up the MoveOn contingency; the provocative footrace to demonstrate who can run the furthest Left the fastest, all to win the affections of a group of people genetically predisposed to resent nuance in thought and action. Nice going, whoever won.
But has anyone bothered to tell the Democrats they’re not running against President Bush next November?
2) Sometime Tuesday I’ll get around to isolating the audio and / or video for all my blog peeps (both of you), but noted political ignoramus / otherwise hot piece of ass Sarah Silverman torched Paris Hilton in her monologue at the MTV Movie Awards Sunday night. (Was I alone in not knowing until the last minute the thing had even been scheduled?) Naturally I made no effort to watch the thing, but after reading an article this afternoon sought out the clips in question, linked for you here. (Granted I’d seen Silverman on commercials while flipping past MTV, but so distracted was I by the fantasy where I blow wave after wave of DNA across her face, I’d neglected to notice why she was there.)
By chance this morning, I stumbled upon video of Hilton going to jail and knew I was living the greatest day ever. Here’s to hoping she’ll emerge with her breath smelling oddly of the ocean – hoping against hope that the women she’s forced to service in jail will have much less regard for hygiene and grooming than the girls Hilton is used to servicing.
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