Here’s a happy thought: tonight, while my wife and I are enjoying pizza and a movie (Chuck & Buck most likely, unless I can convince her she’ll like Mother, Jugs & Speed, which is doubtful), Saddam Hussein will be squatting over a bucket somewhere, dreaming of gold-plated toilet seats while he wipes his ass with old Nation articles. Ain’t life grand…?

Overheard on line at the snack machine just outside the Senate chambers, March 11: Kerry: “…the fact is, Tom, there’s a Republican attack squad that specializes in trying to destroy people. They questioned McCain’s parentage in 2000. They attacked Cleland’s physiognomy in 2002. And now they’re repeatedly attacking my patriotism by trotting out my Senate voting record for public scrutiny. Apologize to them? Why should I should apologize to them…?”

That’s right boys. Give ’em a good verbal scolding. Pound a table or two, pitch your voices sternly, maybe even roll up your sleeves and threaten some serious-sounding diplomatic intrusion. Then, retire to your fois gras lunches, where you’ll pat yourselves on the back and share a few linguistic war stories — each of you laying claim to having mischievously introduced the most uncivil of adjectives into your carefully crafted

Writing in The Weekly Standard, Andrew Ferguson cleverly explores the postmodern turn in contemporary politics: […] it’s become customary for a presidential candidate to “get his message across” by simply announcing that he’s getting his message across. Attending a rally for John Kerry, or watching one of his TV ads, or drifting through his website, a voter will hear the candidate say: “My message isn’t for just part of America,

Our friends’ eight-year old daughter Erin is set to undergo serious spinal surgery in a couple of weeks and needs blood donors. Anyone in or around Denver who is A+ and would be available to donate on the 17th of this month, please let me know, and I’ll get you in contact with the family.

I honestly don’t know which sickens me most: John Kerry’s “overheard” ad hominems (whispered in the kind of fraught, conspiratorial tone one imagines Oliver Stone hears each morning coming from his breakfast burritos) and his subsequent refusal to apologize for them… or the beady-eyed Democratic flunkies being trotted out on the news shows who are literally justifying Kerry’s paranoid outburst — presumably on orders from the DNC. For instance, former