Shotgun Cheney and the Wild Wild Press

I have been told that one of the most important components of intelligence is an ability to accurately gauge one’s own abilities and talents. As such, I’d like to confess that I would, if ever called upon, be the worst press secretary in the history of The White House. I’m certain that I could have made it through about twenty minutes of the same question being asked in every conceivable way the way Scott McClellan has dealt with the past two days. Any more than twenty minutes and my ability to amuse myself would rapidly diminish.

For the past two days the White House Press Corps have all been asking the same question. Whether it relates to the actual hunting accident or the heart attack Scott McClellan has only been asked one question phrased hundreds of different ways.

“How dare you give away our scoop, don’t you know who we are?”

The Olympics

Now that the XXth Olympic Winter Games have begun, I only have one thing to say.

Team America, F*** Yeah!


OK, maybe one more thing. Curling rocks! Good luck to Teams Johnson and Fenson.

First Amendment Weather

I'm not going to touch on whether Jimmy Carter and Rev. Lowery's remarks at Mrs. King's funeral this week were appropriate or not. It hardly seems worth talking about since no one has changed their opinion on political funerals since the Wellstone funeral.

One thing, though, is entirely clear. Any chill that Andy Dufrane once thought he felt has turned into a pleasent sunny first amendment day for critics of President Bush.