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July 2004

News from “the worst economy since Herbert Hoover” front

Exports surge. Trade gap narrows. Second-quarter growth estimates revised upward. Ace has all the particulars. Which is good, because the mainstream press doesn’t seem to care all that much. Meanwhile, Kerry and Edwards inch toward protectionism, and gaggles of the googly-eyed Democratic Prelletariat giggle like schoolchildren at the thought of John-John hugs and Diet Coke appreciation. They moon over Teresa’s shiny, irreverent independence.* It’s official: the Democratic party is the

Beating Truman

The last time I ate a bag of hallucinogenic mushrooms I wound up in a brutal fist fight with the lifesize cardboard cutout of Patrick Swayze a buddy of mine stole from a cineplex in Towson, MD (c. Next of Kin). I kicked it’s ass, sure — but I had to live with the sad fact that the cutout got in a few good shots before I finally put it

Current Mood:  Mid-70s Billy Joel, circa “Summer, Highland Falls”

They say that these are not the best of times But they’re the only times I’ve ever known And I believe there is a time for meditation In cathedrals of our own Current favorite Peruvian capital / Dodger’s right-handed change-up specialist / medium-to-light loamy-soiled bean: Lima

Current Mood:  Mid-70s Billy Joel, circa “Summer, Highland Falls"

They say that these are not the best of times But they’re the only times I’ve ever known And I believe there is a time for meditation In cathedrals of our own Current favorite Peruvian capital / Dodger’s right-handed change-up specialist / medium-to-light loamy-soiled bean: Lima

Humpty Dumpty’s UN adventures

I have nothing to add to this. ‘Cept, of course, “yup.”

Humpty Dumpty’s UN adventures

I have nothing to add to this. ‘Cept, of course, “yup.”

A Poem from 1968, Revised by the Ghost of Richard Brautigan, 2004 (nineteenth in a series)

Yes, the Fish Music A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my fingers, and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs Michael Moore when they he came to drink at eat donuts beside the river. The trout hid in subways, castles and automobiles. They waited patiently for the dinosaurs Michael Moore to go finally waddle away, [and for America to return to her senses.]

Tell your facts to shut up

Today’s must-read post is Dan Darling’s overview and analysis of the Senate Intelligence Committee Report. A (very) brief excerpt from a very thorough interpretation: In general, this document is a lot better than that Staff Statement No. 15 that was churned out by the 9/11 commission. One other thing to be mentioned, incidentally, is that this report specifically undercuts some of the 9/11 Commission’s key findings with respect to Iraq

Brokaw, Koppel stunned that the subtle editorializing with which they pollute their newscasts has co

Chicago Sun-Times‘ Phil Rosenthal, “Who do you believe: us, or Michael Moore?” When it comes to assessing TV news coverage of the situation in Iraq, much of “Fahrenheit 9/11” is Hindsight 20/20, according to NBC’s Tom Brokaw. Of greater concern to him and other top network newspeople, however, is the sense that some moviegoers consider Michael Moore’s film more credible than their own reports. “My complaint was not with the

Benjamin Braddock provides filial assurances regarding the condition of his metaphorical bread loaf

Braddock: “Oh no, Dad, it’s completely baked.”