I should point out that my support for Bush/Cheney 2004 was never in doubt – I just had to wait on the damn window stickers to arrive.
Followup
It’s Official
I put my Bush/Cheney 2004 sticker on my car today.
Decision made. Now on to other things.
Victor Davis Hanson: Feeding the Minotaur
Once again, Victor Davis Hanson sends me careening off into the caverns of deep thought with his latest National Review column:
If after four years of careful planning, al Qaedists hit the Olympics in August, the terrorists know better than we do that most Europeans will do nothing — but quickly point to the U.S. and scream “Iraq!” And they know that the upscale crowds in Athens are far more likely to boo a democratic America than they are a fascist Syria or theocratic Iran. Just watch.
Two Rock Hard Concrete Traffic Mounds
If you’re not reading Dooce, well you’re just missing all of the fun in your life:
I hopped out of bed, two rock hard concrete traffic mounds on my chest and ran to my binky-less Wonderchild, attaching her to my boob before I even had her out of the crib. She could barely keep up with the flow, my boob a gushing fire hydrant that she was trying to stop with her mouth.
And there I go again talking about my boobs. GOD! To the person who sent me an email to tell me that all I talk about anymore are my boobs, and that all this talk about my boobs is alienating my core audience, SORRY CORE AUDIENCE! Would you prefer I talk about my ass? The STORIES I could tell you about my ass.
On Behalf of a Grateful Nation
I know in my heart that man is good. That what is right will always eventually triumph. And there is purpose and worth to each and every life.
A Final Farewell
A Former Enemy Visits an Old Friend
