Just in case you weren’t sufficiently convinced that Obama is a corporatist lackey, the President has finally decided on a new Chief of Staff to replace Rahm “Sweet Cheeks” Emanuel. His name is William Daley, and he’s a millionaire former investment banker, former head of SBC Communications (I think we can officially kiss Net Neutrality goodbye), and son of the epitome of all things ethical, Chicago’s original (and still the best) Mayor Richard Daley. Still have doubts (or should I say hopes)? Consider this:

Republicans and business leaders were more enthusiastic. Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell (R-Ky.) said the choice sounded like ” a good idea.” Thomas Donahue, president of the U.S. Chamber of Commerce, called it a “strong appointment.”

Endorsed by Ferret Face and Tom Donahue? Golly, he must be good.

With extensive experience as a businessman and Wall Street executive, Daley comes to the administration positioned to help the president rebuild his frayed relationship with the corporate world.

Yes, because Obama just hasn’t sucked enough Republican and Wall Street dick in his first two years.

Daley…[has served] as Midwestern chairman of J.P. Morgan Chase…has been a bank president, vice chairman of a boutique investment firm and president of a communications giant. He has been on the boards of Boeing, Fannie Mae and Electronic Data Systems, earning a sizable fortune along the way.

Announcing Daley on Thursday, Obama said his new chief of staff has “led major corporations; he possesses a deep understanding of how jobs are created and how to grow our economy.”

And of course he parrots that most Republican of of talking points – that huge mega corporations and investment banks “create jobs” (as opposed to moving them offshore in order to maximize profits for their shareholders).

Well done, Mister Crazy Liberal Nigerian President. Well done indeed.

More snow on the way, but not too much here. Your basic 2 to 5 inches (which probably means at least 5 where I live, which is OK by me – as long as the commute in to work is OK).

Unfortunately, I got a letter from the country water authority (which has perhaps the best acronym ever invented – the Onondaga County Water Authority, or OCWA), stating that the jig is up and they know I live here now. They want my information (which is odd, ‘cuz they appear to have it already), and my meter reading. Water meters are typically in the basement (by, like, where the water comes in), but out here in God’s Country, we don’t play that. It’s out by the street someplace – about 300 feet from the house, and buried under quite a bit of snow.

I’m afraid if they want the meter reading before spring, they’re just gonna have to come and get it themselves.

Normally, “homemade” and “bungee” are two words that don’t go together. At least, not if you’re tied to one and thrown off a building. And, despite the screams, apparently willingly. I don’t know if this can be chalked up to the stupidity of youth, or that things are so crappy in Russia the kids just don’t give a shit. Either way, while it looks like fun, better this chick than me.