FIELD GOAL

So "Scooter" has been indicted on five counts of perjury, making false statements ("perjury lite") and obstruction of justice. Is this a good thing? Absolutely. I am not, however, breaking out the Fitzmas champagne.

I stand by my earlier statement on this: One or more of those bastards in the White House deliberately burned a covert CIA operative. I want someone's head on a plate for that crime, not for crimes arising out of the conduct of the investigation.

Fitzgerald isn't finished. No one knows where he's going to take this from here. That's part of what's so frustrating to me about today's events.

It's like this: I feel like our team just wrapped up a 90-yard scoring drive that culminated in a field goal instead of a touchdown. Fine, we put some points on the board, but you know what they say about field goals. I just wish I knew what quarter we were in. And I wish I could be sure we were getting the ball back.


BOO!!! YOURSELF, RETARD.

Yeah, so it's nearing Halloween (aka Toast's Birthday) and in the spirit of the season a buddy of mine sent me an e-mail pointing to one of those gag websites where you're given some pretense to stare fixedly at a picture for several moments and then, just when you're zoned in, something loud and scary pops out at you.

Here's the thing about those: Not. Funny.

Wicked not funny. Totally the opposite of funny. Piles and piles of Not Funny. Not Funny like nobody's business.

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BUSH PUNTS ON MIERS

And so Harriet Miers walked out of our lives, leaving us for smaller and worser things, or some such whatever.

I am displeased by this development.

What's that, you say? Don't I realize that she was horribly unqualified and had no place on America's highest court?

Well, yes, she most certainly was not "qualified". There are a number of other things she wasn't, either:

  1. Terribly Bright: Making it less likely that she'd blaze any scary new legal ground.

  2. Particularly Principled: Meaning that each decision would have been something of a crap-shoot, and we'd have had a decent chance of some of them breaking our way.

  3. What You'd Call Young: So she wouldn't have been around for an eternity.

  4. Foaming At The Mouth: A fleck of spittle here and there, but no foam.

But back to the "qualified" thing. No, she wasn't, and she probably would have been an embarrassment to the court -- Bush's embarrassment -- a living, breathing reminder of what happens when you elect a moron for president. And in the end, I simply doubt she'd have done much harm. She's not in the "Thomas/Scalia mold", after all.

The next nominee? Yah, they're going to be in that mold. Hell, they'll be well to the right of Clarence and Tony. I have a hunch the next name Bush vomits up is going to be from the Janice Rogers Brown neck of the woods. Someone who is, to borrow the Rude One's preferred phrase, monkeyfuck insane.

Constitutional right to privacy? Not.

Separation of church and state? Pssshaw.

Federal Regulation of Anything Whatsoever? You jest.

The crazy-ass right flexed their muscles, and Bush caved. Now they're going to demand a certified Winger nominee. And if that person gets through, we're all in for a very rough ride.

See, the thing you need to know about the "strict constructionist" crowd is that the America they want -- the America they're yearning for -- well, it doesn't look anything like the America that any of us grew up in. The America they want to build is a terrifying, fucked-up place, where it's every rich man for themselves and screw the rest of us, and hey, let's let the bible-thumping, gay-hating lynch mobs have their way, 'cause it's a great distraction and no one important will get hurt, and like you'd have time to exercise your freedom of/from religion anyhow now that you're working a 100-hour week. That's the America these goons want.

Unqualified? There are things worse than being unqualified. Far worse.

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STUPID SHIT THAT ANNOYS ME - ITEM 10

Roll-away luggage has to rank as one of the better inventions of the last two decades. It's one of those things that, when you see it, you wonder how someone didn't think of it much earlier. It has [HYPERBOLE] transformed the modern travel landscape as we know it [/HYPERBOLE]. Yet I cannot ignore the stupidity that this stunning engineering advance has spawned.

Each day as I walk into my office, I see people plodding along towards the revolving doors with their briefcases in tow. Yes, that's right, roll-away briefcases. I have also seen roll-away backpacks. No, not the kind of backpack you take mountain hiking, the kind the kiddies take to school.

This is wrong. This is perverse.

What's next? Roll-away purses? Roll-away wallets?

People, with apologies to Bill Maher, New Rule:

If it weighs less than 25 pounds, pick the fucking thing up.

Good friggin' grief, are we a nation of weaklings? There is simply no reason to put wheels and a handle on anything that weighs less than a bag of groceries. Stop it, OK, roll-away engineers? Do not contribute to our nation's alarming lack of physical robustness. Pick up your briefcases, you lazy fuckers. Build a muscle or two. It won't kill you.

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FITZMAS... TOMORROW?

Gotta say, the suspense is driving me a little bananas right now. Jolly old St. Fitz better be bringin' some big, shiny presents what with the way he keeps making us wait.

There was this from Raw Story today:

Special Prosecutor Patrick J. Fitzgerald has asked the grand jury investigating the outing of CIA operative Valerie Plame Wilson to indict Vice President Dick Cheney’s chief of staff I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby and Bush’s Deputy Chief of Staff Karl Rove on charges of perjury and obstruction of justice, lawyers close to the investigation tell RAW STORY.

Fitzgerald has also asked the jury to indict Libby on a second charge: knowingly outing a covert operative, the lawyers said. They said the prosecutor believes that Libby violated a 1982 law that made it illegal to unmask an undercover CIA agent.

Tempting... to... rejoice... But it ain't Fitzmas until I see it on CNN.

That "second" indictment against Libby (you think that'd be the main indictment on him, no?) is the key. It's really important to me that one of these scum-sucking bastards gets nailed on the core issue of this investigation, and not on ancillary charges that arose out of the conduct of the investigation. Yes, I know that perjury and obstruction of justice are actual crimes (although I would submit that their "seriousness" should be either enhanced or mitigated by just what the perpetrator was trying to protect). Yes, I know that a perjury/obstruction trial would, at the least, be politically damaging to the White House, and might even be the perfect venue to showcase the administration's Iraq mendacity.

But when it comes right down to it, I want justice, motherfuckers.

We know that Valerie Plame's outing was a political hit. The specific motivation -- be it an attempt to discredit her husband or an act of pure political revenge -- is inconsequential. We also know the White House was behind it (although my money was on Rove as the mastermind, not "Scooter"). We know these things are true. We've just been waiting for Fitzgerald to prove them in a court of law. And I want him to do that so that, for the first time in five years, someone in this administration is actually held accountable for a specific act of wrongdoing.

Perjury and/or obstruction don't cut it for me. That's not to say that, if they're all Fitzgerald has, I don't think he should crucify these motherfuckers for them. I'm just saying that if he doesn't get them for the traitorous acts we know they committed, the scales of justice are going to remain seriously out of whack.

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FALCONS 27 - JETS 14

OK, Jets fans, let's review:

1st Series: Vinny fumbles away snap.

2nd Series: Vinny sacked, loses fumble.

3rd Series: Punt.

4th Series: Vinny sacked, loses fumble.

J! E! T! S! -- Just! End! The! Season!

OK, don't get me wrong. I like Vinny. Seems like a great guy, and I'll always have a soft spot for him after his two great seasons under Parcells, the second of which culminated in the Jets' run to the AFC Championship game.

But Vinny, you're done, OK? Go home, settle back onto your couch, crack open a beer and enjoy your retirement.

If Herm Edwards -- who, to be frank, is racking up Idiot Points by the truckload these days -- can't see that the season is a lost cause and we might as well give Brooks Bollinger a chance to find out if he's an NFL quarterback or not, well then Herm, you need to go too. Maybe you and Vinny can get together for nachos and brews on Sundays.

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THE SILENT TREATMENT

Mr. Salkowitz has an interesting post up today purporting to explain why the Democrats have remained more or less silent on the growing debacle in Iraq. Here's how he describes the key piece of the puzzle:

Seems to me that the Democratic party learned one very important lesson from Vietnam. To most of the country, advocating a strategic withdrawal from a failed conflict is the same thing as admitting defeat. There's no good way to nuance it, no amount of reasoned complexity that can make it sound good. If you walk away from a fight without winning, you lose. If you lose, you are weak and untrustworthy. Is it any wonder that Democrats want no part of that?

Rob's thinking is that the Dems are:

1.) Remembering this "Lesson of Vietnam"...

2.) Assuming that people see Iraq as "Bush's War"...

3.) Hoping people are aware that they (the Dems) have absolutely no power at the moment and so...

4.) Shuttin' the fuck up and waiting to see what happens.

If this is, in fact, what the Democrats are doing, then I see two major problems with their approach.

First, regarding item 2: As Rob notes, this war was initiated by Bush with the support of "too many Democrats". People aren't going to forget that. It wasn't a case where a handful of renegade Dem hawks got behind Bush's ill-advised adventure, either. While a majority of Democrats in the House and roughly half of Senate Dems voted against the Iraq war resolution, most of the party's leaders and other "high-visibility" types -- Daschle, Gephardt, Clinton, Biden, Lieberman, etc. -- were right out in front in the march to disaster, embracing the War President in all his glory.

Second, regarding items 3 & 4: The current political environment being what it is, the Democrats just can't assume that sitting quietly on the sidelines will get them a free pass as Iraq devolves into chaos. In fact, that might well be the worst thing they could do. Right now, one of the dominant memes in the media landscape is that the Democrats are the party with no ideas. By remaining silent on the greatest military blunder of our time, they play right into that. Trust me: Iraq could erupt into full-scale war tomorrow as a result of Bush and company's bone-headed military and diplomatic mismanagement and there would still be a sizeable chunk of our population who's first response would be "Well, sure, but what would the Democrats do differently, huh? Tell me that!"

In his closing, Rob states:

Democrats are gambling that keeping silent will earn more trust to govern in the future – when all people remember is who “lost” Iraq by leaving – than it is costing them in the present. I hope they are right, because I'm not terribly happy at the moment.

I'm right with you, bud, right with you.

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DELAY! MUGSHOT, COMIN' UP!!!

Arrest Warrant Issued for Tom DeLay.

No, seriously:

ARREST WARRANT ISSUED FOR TOM DELAY.

That sound of straining fabric you just heard? That was me pitchin' a fuckin' six-person tent.

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WEISBERG TAKES BOLDLY CONTRARIAN VIEW ON PLAMEGATE. MORON.

I dislike "contrarians". I think they reek of phoniness. It's perfectly acceptable to have a genuine difference of opinion with one's putative ideological allies and to stand up and state it, or to find a flaw in the reigning "conventional wisdom" and point it out. It's another thing entirely when this is one's knee-jerk response to virtually any matter currently up for public discussion. Yet there are plenty of pundits, writers, and other opinion-shapers who seem to do exactly that: They embrace disagreement for its own sake. They see staking out the "contrary" position as an appointed role. It is, in short, their schtick. Useless posers, every last one of them, hiding behind a pretense of boldness and originality when what they're really doing is selling out sound reasoning just to make a name for themselves.

Slate Magazine does not share my disdain for contrarians. In fact, they seem intent on hoarding them by the truckload. There's the "liberal" Mickey Kaus, who earns his paycheck hectoring and ridiculing left-wing bloggers. There's Jack Shafer, press critic, who can always be counted on in a pinch to draw a false equivalency between conservative and liberal media. There's the "leftist" Christopher Hitchens, who pens weekly screeds with titles like "Pussies: How The Left Is Playing Into The Hands of The Terrorists By Opposing The Simultaneous Invasion of Syria And Iran".

And then there's Jacob Weisberg.

Following the utter failure of uber-wanker Richard Cohen to convince a single living soul that Special Prosecutor Patrick Fitzgerald should pack his bags and go home, Weisberg has decided to step up to the plate and explain to liberals everywhere why Fitzgerald's investigation is a Bad Thing:

Opponents of the Bush administration are anticipating vindication on various fronts—justice for their nemesis Karl Rove, repudiation of George W. Bush's dishonest case for the Iraq war, a comeuppance for Chalabi-loving reporter Judith Miller of the New York Times, and even some payback for the excesses of independent counsels during the Clinton years.

Hold the schadenfreude, blue-staters. Rooting for Rove's indictment in this case isn't just unseemly, it's unthinking and ultimately self-destructive. Anyone who cares about civil liberties, freedom of information, or even just fair play should have been skeptical about Fitzgerald's investigation from the start. Claiming a few conservative scalps might be satisfying, but they'll come at a cost to principles liberals hold dear: the press's right to find out, the government's ability to disclose, and the public's right to know.

How, exactly, does one deal with such an enormous pile of bullshit? One shovelful at a time, my friends.

Let us first note Weisberg's admission that he finds those who are rooting for Fitzgerald to take down the Bushies "unseemly". This is such a classic Slate-ian tip-off word. See, like his stable-mates, Weisberg prides himself on staying "above the fray". Wouldn't want to get too wild-eyed at the prospect of someone -- anyone -- in the Bush Administration finally being held accountable for their wrongdoings. Nope. Wouldn't be proper. (Hell, Slate actually calls their comment boards "The Fray". Could they be any more blunt in their disdain for those of us who passionately advocate for our positions in the national blood-sport that our politics have become?)

Well, fuck you, Jake, and fuck your effete response to those of us who are drooling at the thought of a little justice for these bastards. Hope you brought your smelling salts, because if Plamegate breaks against the White House as hard as it's looking like it might, your fragile little heart is going to be in for a rough ride.

Now, as to those dearly-held principles we on the left are supposedly sacrificing -- civil liberties, freedom of information, fair play, the government's ability to disclose information, and the press and the public's right to know -- let's do talk about them, shall we?

  • Civil Liberties: Whose civil liberties am I supposed to be concerned for here? Judith Miller's? At what point did we extend the notion of free speech and journalistic privileges to encompass the actions of a reporter who apparently colluded with several administration officials in an effort to squash and discredit one of their most high-profile critics? Miller's no free-speech martyr. She's a criminal conspirator who was trying to protect her own lying ass.

  • Freedom of Information: Does not apply to the identity of covert agents. That's kind of key when it comes to the whole idea of having covert agents -- we grant the government the right to hide their identity.

  • Fair Play: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Wait, were we talking about Karl Rove? Right? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...

  • The Government's Ability to Disclose Information: I'm all for conducting the business of government out in the sunshine for everyone to see. The Bush administration, however, is not. For five years they have fought tooth and nail to avoid disclosing information that the public had an absolute right to know. Who was on Cheney's energy task force? What did Bush know about 9-11 before it happened? Why were we lead to believe Saddam was sitting on stockpiles of WMD's? They were forthcoming with regard to none of these vital matters. The disclosure of Valerie Plame's identity, by contrast, was an outrageous perversion of good government. If this were a matter of the government being forthright with its people, why didn't Bush hold a press conference and say "Joe Wilson's wife is a CIA operative"? I'll tell you why: Because it was a dirty and underhanded thing to do, and so they leaked it in a dark room somewhere, then let their bootlicks in the press launder it and furtively slip it into the national dialog. That wasn't government in the open, it was government slithering through the sewer.

  • The Press and the Public's Right to Know: Right to know what, exactly? To know the truth? To know if their government is keeping something from them? Certainly, we have that right. That's why we extend to journalists the privilege of being able to protect their sources -- because we worry that when those sources are telling us things that those in power don't want us to know, they might be leaving themselves open to retribution. That privilege was never meant to aid the powerful in persecuting dissenters. It was not meant to help partisan operatives stifle debate. And it certainly wasn't meant to aid in covering up criminal activities.

At the heart of Weisberg's ill-conceived attempt to defend the Bushies against the ravages of the out-of-control Fitzgerald is his belief that this whole matter was just a case of sloppy politics and inadvertent collateral damage. Rove and Libby, Weisberg wants us to believe, mentioned that Wilson's wife was a CIA operative in the heat of the Iraq/WMD/Niger debate, not realizing the full import of the information they were recklessly imparting to their media flunkies. Weisberg makes a big deal, for example, of the fact that Karl Rove supposedly didn't even know Plame's name when he spoke to Time's Matt Cooper.

I think that reading of events is exceedingly naive. Rove and Libby are grizzled political veterans. I'm guessing they just knew better than to spell everything out and make their agenda plain for all to see. Instead, they dropped offhand references. They used knowing asides. They gave a nudge where it would suffice, not a shove, and they let the Bob Novaks of the world do the rest.

Early on in his piece, Weisberg states:

You need a pretty low opinion of people in the White House to imagine they would knowingly foster the possible assassination of CIA assets in other countries for the sake of retaliation against someone who wrote an op-ed they didn't like in the New York Times.

Well, after what I've seen from this particular group of actors, Jake, my opinion couldn't be much lower. What's really startling about this entire sordid affair is that the crimes we on the left suspect Rove, Libby, and their bosses of wouldn't be out of character at all. In fact, they'd be wholly expected by just about anyone except the most egregiously "contrarian" of so-called liberals.

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BILLS 27 - JETS 17

OK, so it took me a few days to get around to this. Sue me. What to say, what to say...

Three things:

1. Vinny, old man, you've still got a great arm, but unfortunately you also still have a nasty predilection for throwing to the guys wearing the wrong jerseys.

2. To the Jets D: You let us down big time against McGahee, but I can't say I really blame you. Five straight weeks of being on the field for way more than your share of the game has to wear you out eventually.

3. Kevin Mawae: You have been the pole star that our offense sets its compass by for what seems like forever. Now you're out for the season. I shudder to think of the havoc your absence will wreak.

The only good news from last weekend? The AFC East still sucks. Especially the Patriots... heh heh.

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WILMA

So it looks like we've got yet another category five hurricane on our hands. Not to worry, though; I'm sure this season is just a fluke. After all, no less a meteorological authority than Charles Krauthammer assured me that this has nothing to do with global warming...

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STUPID PEOPLE

Overheard moments ago on NPR's All Things Considered:

"Coming up, the view of Harriet Miers from the pews of America's Evangelical churches..."

[Audio clip of woman talking]

"I just think she's a wonderful person and that when this opposition arises, sometimes it's the work of the Devil.

Uh huh. And I just think that when opinions like that arise, it's the result of a very low I.Q.

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QOTD - WHO COULD BE WORSE?

So I'm reading this Craig Crawford piece in Congressional Quarterly Weekly (???) that Shakes indirectly links to. In it, Crawford runs down the world of hurt the Bush administration is in right now. His main point, however, is to suggest that, because of all the negativity surrounding the administration, the GOP might soon reach a tipping point where they cut the cord to King George and start looking towards the "Post-Bush Era".

As Crawford points out, there is absolutely no consensus about who the GOP is going to run for president in 2008. There aren't even any clear contenders at this point, at least not since Bill Frist's career abruptly self-destructed. So, like I said, I'm reading this and I get to thinking: Suppose the Dems fail, yet again, to get their shit together and somehow the Republicans hold onto the White House in the next presidential election. I know, it's horrible, it's unthinkable, but just suppose.

That leads us to the Question of the Day:

Do you think we could ever conceivably wind up with somebody worse than Bush?

Serious question.

As I initially pondered 2008 I was projecting forward and thinking: Man, I will be so ecstatic on the day when George Bush is no longer president of my country. That will be a banner day. That will be a take-the-day-off-and-party-til-I-pass-out day.

But then I thought: What if they put someone even more horrific in?

To which I responded: Is that even possible?

So what do people think? And, please, for the sake of argument, keep the candidates plausible. The GOP isn't going to run a Savage/Coulter ticket or a Bin Laden/Hussein ticket. What I'm wondering is, are there any players out there on the GOP's bench who could run, could win, and scare you more than Bush.

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MONEY FOR NOTHING

Well, then, that sure was an unceremonious ending to a frustrating season. I'm sensing a trend here. My first full season as a Yankees fan was 2003, when they lost in the World Series in six games. Last year, as we all remember of course, they lost in the ALCS in seven games. This year, they lose in the ALDS in five games. Hmmmm. Doesn't bode well for next year, does it?

Here's what's annoying: If you take the Yankees and Angels and have them both play their best baseball, the Yankees win that series in three or four games. But that's not what happened. Instead, the Angels played five mistake-free games -- great pitching, great defense, and just enough hitting to win -- while the Yankees did everything under the Sun to give each game away. We saw two huge pitching meltdowns, one a piece from our putative aces, Unit and Moose. We saw seven fielding errors, including A-Rod's game two blunder and culminating in Bubba and Sheff's Three-Stooges-esque collision in right field last night. We saw a horrific number of runners stranded on base. And then, of course, we saw most of our Big Bats go ice cold.

It was all truly atrocious, and a real waste of that epic late-season surge to get into the post-season.

Predictably, the two guys who are bearing the brunt of the media criticism today are Unit and A-Rod, the former for his spotty play during the season and his Friday-night implosion, the latter for following up an MVP-caliber regular season with a stupendous playoff disappearing act. You know what? The critics are right.

Who were our best pitchers this year? Not Unit. Not Moose. Not the cursed Jaret Wright. Not (snicker) Kevin Brown. No, the guys who got us to the post-season were Aaron Small and Rockies castoff Shawn Chacon. Chien-Ming Wang, an early-season call-up, would have had a stellar season if he hadn't missed so much time with an injury. Meanwhile, Robinson Cano, a product of the Yanks "barren" farm system, was one of our biggest difference-makers at the plate and in the field.

What does all this prove? That Steinbrenner's fixation with packing the roster full of big-name, big-paycheck "superstars" is ill-conceived. What else does it prove? That all the whiny little bitches out there in Yankee Hater Land who have ceaselessly carped for years about Steinbrenner "buying championships" should kindly shut the fuck up. Because, see, it hasn't worked, so the criticism is simply invalid, so really, put a sock in it.

Ah well. The #12 jersey is in the closet (Soriano, not Womack, thank you very much, and yes, the quickest way to get a player dealt from one of my teams is for me to buy their jersey) and we move on to a week of mourning what might have been. Next month, the stove will heat up and hope will spring anew. That's the way sports is. And I've still got the Jets to focus my enthusiasm on...

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha... Yeah.

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YANKEES 3 - ANGELS 2

2 down.

9 to go.

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JETS 14 - BUCS 12

Well, it wasn't the most electric game I've ever seen played, but at least Vinny Testaverde kicked off his reunion tour with a win. He actually looked pretty good in the second half, passing for well over a hundred yards. The biggest black cloud for us today was our punt returner, Cotchery, who just cannot hold onto the ball. He muffed one return and fumbled another away. Dumbass.

So we go to 2-3, the Bills go to 2-3 and drop Miami to 2-3, and the Pats climb to 3-2. Five weeks in and the AFC East is a nice, big mess, still anybody's division for the taking.

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RED SOX. SWEPT.

"Well..... Bye.. then."

--Curly Bill Brocius - Tombstone

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STUPID SHIT THAT ANNOYS ME - ITEM 9

(Yes, it's true! It's the triumphant return of the Stupid Shit That Annoys Me series!)

Yesterday, a commenter over at Shakes' place referred to Harriet Miers as a "middle aged" woman. This caused several capillaries to rupture in my brain.

Current average human life expectancy in the United States is 77.6 years. The mid-point of that is 38.8 years. Let's be kind and say that's where "middle age" starts (as opposed to calling it what it is -- the hump -- the halftime show). And let's say you get a decade of being "middle aged". Fair enough?

Harriet Miers is not middle aged. She is old. That's right, sixty is old. Deal with it, people.

Why does this make me insane? Because, growing up, it was commonly accepted that "middle aged" more or less meant "in your forties" (pretty close to the range I just described above). But as the ever-annoying, shamelessly egocentric Baby Boom generation has progressed through their forties and into their fifties and are knocking at sixty's door, they've been trying to drag the definition of "middle aged" along with them. 'Cause, you know, Boomers can't get old. Oh, no! The horror!

Well, I'm not buyin' it. I'm holding the line. I'm staking "middle age" to the ground right where it belongs and I will defend its proper definition zealously, even as I myself approach it, move through it, and graduate to "old". It's the honest thing to do. It is, in its way, an acknowledgement of our common mortality.

And I love annoying Boomers by calling them "old"...

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SHARING A PINT

Rob Salkowitz of Emphasis Added, inspired by our recent get-together in New York City, has crafted a new blogmeme and sent it forth into the internets:

What five living people would you most like to go out for an evening of beers and lively conversation [with], and why?

Rob's list of worthies is here.

Now, before I venture my own list of dream drinking companions, I will stipulate the following caveat: I am taking the liberty of assuming "ideal conversational conditions". This is to say that I'm indulging in the quite likely erroneous conceit that, if I were actually given the opportunity to hoist a brew with any of these folks, they would find me interesting and intelligent enough to engage me in some real back-and-forth. Kind of a stretch for at least two of my selections, but hey, there you go. Also, the list obviously exlcudes friends and loved ones who are close to me and would obviously top any real roster of ideal company. You know who you are. Oh, and finally, I'm also adding "venue" to the mix. Anyhow, without further weaseling, here are Toast's Top Five Dream Drinking Buddies:

5. Jim Calhoun (Head Coach - UConn Men's Basketball): Calhoun's not just the best coach in men's college basketball, he also strikes me as a truly good man. And, yeah, I guess he resonates for me as a father figure, which is a strong pull since I lost my dad at age nine. He's a self-described Irish Catholic liberal Democrat, and he's from the Boston area, so culturally we'd no doubt hit it off. (I'd keep the anti-religious bias under wraps out of deference -- and for the record I was raised Catholic.) Mostly I'd just want to listen to interesting, goofy, behind-the-scenes stories from all the great UConn teams I've watched since I moved to my adopted state. And maybe get some tips on my jumper. (Venue: Coach's Sports Bar, Hartford, CT. Of course.)

4. Neal Stephenson (Author): If you've read Stephenson's works then you know he's one of those rare types whose knowledge is both broad and deep. He's also fearlessly imaginitave when it comes to speculating about the future, and that would definitely be the topic I'd steer him towards. Oh, and I've got a hunch he can party hard when called upon to do so. (Venue: I'm thinking a brewpub in Portland, Oregon would be nice.)

3. Richard Dawkins (Evolutionary Biologist): My vote for foremost living intellectual. After a wide-ranging discourse on the wonders of evolution, adaptation, and natural selection -- generously peppered with anecdotes about strange and wonderful creatures both past and present -- we could get loaded and turn to our mutual hobby: Religion bashing. Oh, the fun we'd have. (Venue: There's this bar in NYC, just south of Central Park, that specializes in single malts. That would definitely work.)

2. Daniel Dennett (Philosopher): Dennett has done more to advance my understanding of how consciousness works -- how the "mind" comes together and why it feels like it does to us -- than any other writer (and I've read quite a few of them on this subject). I would very much like to sit down with this energetic and jovial man and discuss the latest developments at the frontiers of the science of the mind. (Venue: Any traditional pub in London, England would do nicely.)

1. Ben Folds (Singer/Songwriter/Musician/Producer): Ben Folds is nothing less than the Poet Laureate of my life. Seriously. He hits nerves so deep with his music it freaks me out sometimes. Like he's telling me the story of my own heart. Anyhow, I'd just love to kick back with Ben and share stories of love and life. (Venue: My back porch.)

There you go. That's my five. Honorable Mentions that didn't quite make the cut for various reasons: Jon Stewart, Andrew W.K., Bill Clinton, Robert Anton Wilson. Believe me, you guys would be in the next group.

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MIERS

Bush's nomination of Harriet Miers to fill O'Connor's seat on the Supreme Court has spawned two distinct reactions in my mind (and, from what I can tell, in the lefty blogosphere generally):

1. Dismay.

2. Schaedenfreude. Gobs and gobs of gleeful schaedenfreude.

The dismay comes from the fact that Miers is an utterly abysmal choice on the merits. I forgot where I read it, but somebody summed her up nicely as "not even a second-rate legal mind, but a third-rate one." Add to that the fact that she is a bona-fide Bush Worshipper and some sort of religious nut and, well, the mind recoils in horror at the prospect of the decisions this woman might produce. She will, if confirmed, be a disgrace to the bench. That's Bad News for everyone.

The glee, the mirth, the deep pleasure, on the other hand, comes from watching the reaction of the hard right. They're going apeshit. This, after all, was their pick -- their chance to install a full-bore retrograde "strict constructionist" mental case like that psychopath Janice Rogers Brown on the bench. All the years of fealty to The Movement. All the times they've lined up behind that shitheel in the White House as he bumbled along -- going on foreign adventures, running up debt like a drunk college student, grossly expanding the hated federal government -- all while they muzzled their intellects and their consciences in what they thought was the service of conservatism's "greater" goals, patiently waiting for the Big Payoff: A name-brand 'Winger justice who would finally allow them to sweep away the last remaining fragments of the Progressive Dream.

All of it for naught.

The Big Moment came and Bush betrayed them, selfishly appointing a loyal tool instead of a Winger Warrior.

To which I can only say...

(...DEEP breath...)

(...wait...)



BWAAAAAAAA - HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA - hee - HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA - huh - HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA - HUH - HUH - (SNORT) - HEEEEEEEE - HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE HEEEEEE - OH,NO - OH,NO - OH,NO - HE GOT YOU GOOD DIDN'T HE MUTHAFUCKAS - HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA --(GASP)-- WHU -WHU - WHU - WHOOOOOO - HOOOOOOOO!!! HEE HEE... heee.... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhh. OH yeah. Oh, oh yes. Um. Mmmmmmm. Indeed.

Wait wait, let me catch my breath...

Oh my, but that was a trifle immature now, wasn't it?

I'm sorry -- truly, I am (not) -- but you must understand that when I see the True Believers of the right brought low, it warms my heart. They are an intellectually bankrupt movement that hitched their wagon to a morally bankrupt group of leaders and, well, you reap what you sow, right?

At least sometimes. At least this time.

Pobre, pobre pooooossycats. Your leaders care about power far more than they care about advancing your ideology. They'll hew to the latter only as long as it serves to maintain their grip on the former. Now that you know that -- now that they've shoved that fact in your face and made you breathe it in deep -- what will you do? Whatever will you do?

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YANKEES 4 - ANGELS 2

1 down.

10 to go.

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RAVENS 13 - JETS 3

"Set a course for the bottom of the shit heap! And punch it, baby!!!" -- Herm Edwards, overheard on the NYJ sideline, 10-02-2005.

Seriously, this is no fun. This is, in fact, the opposite of fun. It is sheer suckitude.

Not sure what to make of QB-Of-The-Moment Brooks Bollinger, except that his first name is both feminine and plural, which seems a bit strange. Honestly, first game out you do not want to face the Ravens defense, so I'll give him another game to show me what he's got. Further, Herm did a terrible job with him, going all run the first half and all pass the second. Way to ease the new guy into the saddle, dude.

The only reason that the flame of hope is still guttering in Jets Nation is that the rest of the AFC East pretty much sucks too. The Losman-led Bills are no better than my Jets. The Patriots, fresh off the loss of key defensive playmaker Rodney Harrison, are looking eminently beatable at 2-2. The Dolphins? Well, we'll see about them. How screwed up would if be if the pre-season consensus basement-dweller took this ravaged division. In any case, that's what keeps me watching. Somebody has to win this mess, and we're only one game out of first.

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TALK ABOUT ANTI-CLIMACTIC

Well, that was a let-down. It should have been one of the most dramatic regular-season series ever and instead it turned out to matter not so much at all because the Cleveland Indians couldn't manage to win even a single game playing at home against a White Sox team that had already won and was coasting. So there you go. The Yanks win the AL East, the Yanks and Sox both go the postseason, and the team with the most offensive logo in sports goes home, where they apparently really deserve to be. Pffffttt.

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