Tuesday, December 01, 2009

bad moves in a fool's game

I'm dreading watching the President's speech tonight, afraid I'm going to see our man slowly transform into Lyndon Johnson by the end of the broadcast.

He inherited the mess, he knows he can't cut and run unless he's willing to be a one-term president, but he's smart enough to know he can't win.

Alexander the Great couldn't do it, the Red Army couldn't do it, we ain't going to do it.

Treasonous talk, but true.

I say pull them all out, stick about 1500 Special Ops guys on the Pakistan border and, well...

Exterminate the brutes.

But the Situation Room won't return my calls.

The Quiz Twins win again. Neither George Harrison nor The Beach Boys waltzed with the Band, but Rose conjures up a beautiful alternate universe, where Brian Wilson, Tiny Tim and a young Donny Osmond join together for a rousing version of Up on Cripple Creek.

Let it grow on you, it gets good.

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