Have I mentioned how warm and fuzzy my jaded little heard feels every time a high-ranking member of the Bush administration gets booted out on his fat, corrupt ass?
It always annoys me that it takes as long as it does, but when it finally happens it slightly renews my faith that there’s a little justice left in the world — and if not justice, at least the tiniest bit of validity still left in the laws of cause and effect.
I’m not going to go into all my thoughts about governmental dishonesty, the war on American civil rights, and why being shifty about what is and isn’t torture annoys the living fuck out of me. I just wanted to mention that it does my heart good to see another one of these guys go down, even if it makes me wonder how many have to leave in disgrace before someone realizes they all had the same boss, and he’s still there.
Today I had every intention of correcting that, since I have a little downtime here, but I’m a little farther down than I’d expected. I’ve been spending the last couple of days coughing, sneezing, and pounding shots of NyQuil in a feeble attempt to fight off a particularly nasty cold. All I’ve wanted to do for the last couple days is sleep, and I’ve done a lot of it. Other than a few brief waking periods caused by a hyperactive pager (I’m also on-call at work this week), I’ve been asleep since around midnight Friday. It doesn’t exactly make for riveting blogging, as you can tell.
