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March 22, 2006
"Worst. President. Ever."
Our President is speaking today very very very close to my hometown in West Virginia. News service reporter Helen Thomas, an arch enemy of Mr. Bush, and who once actually described him as the subject of this post suggests, had this exchange with him yesterday in Washington.
THOMAS: I'd like to ask you, Mr. President — your decision to invade Iraq has caused the deaths of thousands of Americans and Iraqis, wounds of Americans and Iraqis for a lifetime.Every reason given, publicly at least, has turned out not to be true. My question is: Why did you really want to go to war? From the moment you stepped into the White House, your Cabinet officers, former Cabinet officers, intelligence people and so forth — but what's your real reason? You have said it wasn't oil, the quest for oil. It hasn't been Israel or anything else. What was it?
BUSH: I think your premise, in all due respect to your question and to you as a lifelong journalist — that I didn't want war. To assume I wanted war is just flat wrong, Helen, in all due respect.
THOMAS: And ...
BUSH: Hold on for a second, please. Excuse me. Excuse me.
No president wants war. Everything you may have heard is that, but it's just simply not true.
This guy is fucking exhausting he's so awful. How can he look these soldiers and their families in the eye and talk like this? He didn't want war? You've got to be kidding.
This just in: Osama bin Laden is STILL on the loose. Way to go after those terrorists.
Posted by kyle at 8:09 AM | Comments (4)
March 20, 2006
Must Drink TV
I fancy myself a rather sophisticated consumer of advertising. Time was, I would take ads at face value. I actually got excited for the Olympics. Spots for the next episode of the Cosby Show, where nothing interesting EVER happened, would keep me riveted. And I'm actually embarassed to tell you how many hours of my youth I wasted by watching the Miss Universe Pageant. They went on about how it was the one time of the year that the most beautiful woman in the world was crowned, so there I was making my predictions and keeping score -- yes you heard me-- with mom. To think I could have been binge drinking or having indiscriminate gay sex. Ah well... wasted youth.
When I saw the new ad campaign for Southern Comfort, touting not only a new drink mixing the insipidly sweet spirit with lime juice, but the fact (repeated over and over and over again), that we're now supposed to call it "So Co." "Riiiiight," says I. "So Co. Riiiiiight." I am so smart and smug and no marketer is going to get me to call it "So Co," even though the song from the commerical is a little fun and the graphics are pretty neat.
Then I was at a party on Saturda, when PETE -- a grade-A, gen-u-wine young person who invents slang and listens to indy rock and is so cool he openly dissed Von Dutch hats months before anyone esle did -- ACtually in ACtual conversation... ACtually called it "So Co." He even said it more than once.
To preserve my superior self-image, picture me, rolling my eyes and sighing audibly at PETE's naivete. Thanks. In reality, PETE is still cooler than me by a factor of, like, twenty. Ugh.
Happy first day of new job to Pete, now with 100% more Los Angeles!
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March 18, 2006
Unbloggable
HO-kay. Just because I haven't been posting doesn't mean I haven't been writing, right? This is our busiest time of the year at work, and since my evenings are mostly spoken for, my blogging time has been seriously curtailed these past several weeks.
Nevertheless, I have started and not completed many posts, and my Idea Bank is always full to bursting. So watch this space as I complete and post several of these, which may or may not be post-dated. Those of you who use Bloglines will know when new stuff gets posted, but the rest will just have to troll along.
I am spurred to these actions since I've recently heard from no fewer than two old friends who have somehow stumbled across my little corner of cyber-vanity.
My cousin Bryan back in West Virginia, who works for a Catholic university, actually attended one, posted the funniest comment to the most recent Found Porn entry, saying:
...since I still work for the Holy Roman Empire, I'd say 98% of my fund raising job is to apologize for things I have no clue about.
Bryan, while it's nice to hear someone involved with the Church of Rome ask for forgiveness of the rest of us once in a while, you don't have to apologize. I'm glad, though, that you are backing up my theory of Customer Service. Plus, you remind me how much Found Porn I have collected. That's a good thing.
Meanwhile, the ever-lovely Kari found this site via another college friend. Trish, Kari and all my favorite Alpha Gams... what great memories have been brought up knowing you guys have read my ramblings. Doesn't Wesleyan's new president look like someone's Mom or fifth grade teacher?
Thanks for the nice compliments on how I look, but you'll notice that my hair is very different. Above, I am seen in my Reese Witherspoon wig, which I wear on special occasions, like Laundry Day.
Just kidding of course. I'm going bald bald bald. I think it's God's punishment for making fun of Catholics so much.
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