Have I been off down a trail of memory, listening in on Cape Cod conversations, lolling about on Skytop Lake, or hanging amidst the vines in Napa? I have not. I've been working very hard at business in Gotham and feeling its effects on body and soul; hence, a week sans postings originale on this humbling musings collector.
I have, however, jotted a few political thoughts at my vacation cottage in the blogosphere: the little corner of the chi chi Huffington Post that I inhabit with the swells from time to time. (Think of this blog as, let's just say, downtown Yonkers; and Arianna's chez Huffington as my digital retreat on Georgica Pond).
Those used to picking me apart from right and left here, may want to use the handy links below to swat me upside my progressive head there. You know who you are.
In today's post, I recall the long, sad walk of three prominent Republicans - including Barry Goldwater - down Pennsylvania Avenue to ask Richard Nixon to resign - will any of today's pro-military, anti-terror hawks take the stroll to Bush's lair and tell him to fire Karl Rove? [Link]
Before that, it was the Bush Theory of Evolution, or the President's ever-shifting attitude on just what the meaning of "leak" is for one close advisor who doesn't give a rats ass about America's covert operatives around world. This was received with particular vicious approbation from certain GOP quarters (I like it, I like it). [Link]
Finally, I'd recommend a little chestnut that really caused Bush fans to break out in uppercuts: a blithe and reckless attack on George Bush's immediate travel plans after the London bombing. Hint: he flew. Quickly. Out of Great Britain. Where he happened to be. At the time of the bombings. He left. [Link]
Please visit and comment: I think my readers are smarter than Arianna's, judging by the comments - but yes, there are rather more of hers.
