It’s Thursday, and is supposed to be the hottest day of the year so far here. Which really sucks. So, I’m gonna go pop myself in the freezer for a while, until I have to go to work.

Forgot to buy a mega-millions ticket last night, so I guess I won’t be winning the $55 million. There goes my earth-sheltered home, and my liberal radio network, featuring the best of the old AAR lineup (actually, you could just take all the shows that Goldfuck and Green – sounds like a law firm, doesn’t it? – murdered, and you’d have a helluva lineup). Oh well, maybe next time.

Happy August.

Hard to believe this is the last day of July already. Unfortunately, unlike the Iraqi Parliament, I don’t get to take the month of August off. Shouldn’t dubya be getting ready for his summer recess, too? I mean, all this decidin’ and commander in chieferin’ is pretty hard work. Oh well, better get ready to head off to the salt mines. Enjoy.

“How come things that happen to stupid people keep happening to me?”
— Homer J. Simpson

Oh boy, another Monday. And a special one at that, as everybody’s favorite Governor Ahnuld Schwarzenegger hits the big six-oh today. It also happens to be the day on which Jimmy Hoffa went away, never to be seen again, in 1975. Perhaps more significantly, however, was what happened a year earlier. The House of Representatives recommended three articles of impeachment against Richard Nixon, ushering in the beginning of the end of Nixon’s presidency. He officially resigned just ten days later, on August 9^th, ending one of the darker eras in our history.

Unfortunately, Nixon’s reign looks pretty tame in comparison with the current group of liars, murderers, and thieves. I followed the Watergate hearings pretty closely back then, and would like nothing better than to have a new set of hearings in the House and Senate to occupy my days. Of course, those were different times, back then. The WaPost wasn’t a fascist propaganda outlet, for one thing (and David Broder wasn’t yet a senile, Republican water-carrier). And there was still at least some semblance of decency amongst the politicians of the day. Or so it seemed to me, anyway (I admit, I was still a bit young and naive). It’s sad that the closest thing we have to a Lowell Weicker on the Republican side is the all-talk, no action Arlen Specter, and while he initially opposed Brown v. Board of Education, and continued to oppose forced school desegregation (on “states’ rights issues), I don’t know of anybody that would be as much fun to watch chair a committee as Sam Ervin was, back then (he also had a hand in bringing down Tailgunner Joe McCarthy, back in the day).

But, we’ll see what happens. It might just be that the Abu Gonzalez will force the Democrats to do the right thing, in spite of themselves. They need a good kick in the ass, and I can’t say as I blame them, to be honest. We know they’ll be trashed in the traditional media if they try to bring dear leader to justice, and if they aren’t really, really certain that the people will have their backs when they vote to impeach and convict – the “convict” part is the important thing that an awful lot of people seem to forget about – and that they’ll be given the boot (not in favor of Republicans or third-party ego maniacal loser candidates, but in their primaries) if they fail to preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States of America, then they’ll take the easy way out. Who can blame them? I tend to take the easy way out of things, myself.

Whoopie, it’s Sunday! That means I have to go to work tomorrow. Sometimes I think it’d be better not to even get the weekend off. Then maybe we’d all realize how badly we’re getting screwed, and we wouldn’t put up with this shit any more. Not that I don’t love my job, you understand. It’s just that it really fucks up my whole day. Anyway….

On Press the Meat, it’s Hack Day, as Timmy Potatohead hosts a plethora of hacks, all on to “talk politics.” Today it’s Dan “got no” Balz of the WaPost, Ron Brownstain Brownstein, of the LA Times, the always hacktacular John Harwood of the Wall Street Journal, Mrs. Alan Greenspan, Andrea Mitchell, Eugene Robinson of the WaPost, and Chuck “the schmuck” Todd, of NBC News. Whoopdie-doo, whoopdie-doo.

Over at Faze the Nation, they’ll try to pack a whole lot of nothing into 30 minutes, as Bush Buddy Bobby Scheiffer hosts Pat Leahy, Arlen “all talk no action” Specter, SI’s Frank Deford, Jason Whitlock of the KC star, WaPost schmuck John Feinstein, and Jim VandeHei of the ever-incorrect Politico.com.

On Fux News Sunday, weaselface Wallace hosts Russ Feingold, the increasingly insignificant Nwwt Gingrich, and (for some reason), Cal Ripken.

On Goebbels, George Snufalufagus has Chuckie Schumer, Bush suck up (and sucker) Orrin Hatch, Bob “hey, with a wife like mine, you’d need viagra, too) Dole, and his little buddy, Donna Shalala. Then at the roundtable, it’s Fareed “token” Zakaria, Cokie “the hag” Roberts, and David “pickled” Gergen.

Wolf Blitzer’s Late Emission looks pretty lame (I mean, he’s got Ken Blackwell on, for god knows what reason), with the only bright spot being the ever entertaining Charlie Rangel.

Later, on 60 Minutes, the rerun episodes include Steve Kroft paid off Congress to pass the Medicare prescription drug law, Morley Safer profiles jailbird Dennis Kozlowski, and Scott Pelley does a story on “mixed martial arts,” which combines boxing, wrestling and jujitsu.

Enjoy your Sunday, everybody.

Another bust weekend this weekend. In addition to the Simpsons movie being out, it’s also Harborfest weekend, in the land of one of my many alma maters (assuming hanging out at a school long enough to collect your student loan check before dropping out counts as an alma mater). I don’t reckon I’ll make it up there, since I have grass to cut, laundry to do, beer to brew, and maybe a few other things to get done in two very short days. Plus, the cat seems to be hanging out with me lately, so I’d better keep my eyes open for the grim reaper to show up.

So, has Gonzo finally been stupid and deceitful enough to get his ass thrown in prison? I wouldn’t hold my breath on it, but you never know. It’s even finally starting to seep into the traditional news media (slowly, of course). It sure would be nice to see that cat that ate the canary smile wiped off his face. He’ll just get pardoned, if it comes down to it (I wonder if dubya can do a preemptive pardon, the way Gerry Ford let Nixon off), but what the hell. It might be fun to watch. Not as much fun as watching Karl Rove go off to prison in an orange jumpsuit, but that’s even less likely. Maybe. It kinda feels like there’s change in the air. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.

Damn, for some reason, I thought yesterday was Thursday, right up until I made a trip to the local homebrew store that was supposed to be open until 8:00. Unfortunately, on Wednesdays, they’re closed. What a disappointment, especially since I know I won’t feel like going there tomorrow, with the temperatures supposed to be up around 90 again. Oh well, off to the salt mines.

Sadly, today is the last of my three days at the “alternate” (though not undisclosed) location. Until next Tuesday, anyway. It’s just so nice to be able to get back and forth in under five minutes. Plus, I’m able to go in a half-hour earlier and get out at four, which means I’m home by 4:05. I’m just gonna have to finagle a permanent gig out there, one of these days. That is, if the whole winning the lottery thing doesn’t work out.

So, I was gonna try and post something other than, “I got nothing much to say,” but, um, I really got nothin’ much to say. Except I really very much prefer working less than five minutes from home. I actually got to go home for lunch, and hang out in the back yard with the dog. It’s not as good as being on vacation, but it’s about as close it’s gonna get for a while.