President Barack Obama is a limp wristed milksop who only knows how to express emotion when a TV camera is around. The Gulf oil spill is still going strong a month after the touch-off; half the government is just now catching up to the problem, while the other half tries to sweep the incompetence and blame under the rug. The EPA has revealed that the Louisiana government begged them not to let BP dump oil dispersants, fearing the total collapse of the American fishing industry, along with the return of thalidomide defects; BP went ahead and dumped a million gallons of detergent anyway, to head off the pictures of oil washing ashore. Three quarters of America wrings its hands over the specter of racism, even as the same three quarters supports institutionally racist law enforcement. New Jersey will hold the Super Bowl for the first time ever, because it will be warm enough for the first time ever. New York is breaking century old heatwave records. The Korean peninsula is about to go to war again. Blackwater and the CIA are setting up shop in Somalia. And Goldman Sachs is posting steady profits, by parceling out its government money over the year, while lending money back to the Federal Reserve that it charges interest on.
But that's all so
far away. Because I've got a pastrami sandwich, orange sherbet, a nice dog, the day off, and I just finished assembling
my space-towtruck. Even if I don't like the new design philosophy of Legos being ordinary toys with some assembly (instead of, y'know, Legos), the thing is damn cool looking.