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Sunday, May 09, 2004

Goodnight, moon 

This was really the Day of the Long Posts, wasn't it? First farmer's napalm in the morning, then a B52-scale carpet bombing from me...

Sorry for the military metaphors, but war seems to be on my mind these days. And, or so, tonight I went out and combined two great pleasures: To eat at Pasion and, to read while I ate, a new book: David Fromkin's Europe's Last Summer—August 1914.

Surely an expensive dinner, and an expensive book, is reckless extravagance in one so old; I should be saving my pennies, instead of getting, tonight, replete and drunk, as farmer was this morning.

On the other hand, if Cassandra turns out to be right (the Howler), why save my pennies at all?

[Richard Gephardt, on Hardball last November:]

GEPHARDT: What are we worried about? We’re worried about an A-bomb in a Ryder truck in Washington, in St. Louis, in L.A. It can’t happen. We have to prevent it from happening. It cannot happen.

“We have to prevent it from happening,” Gephardt said. But readers, it won’t be prevented from happening if we clown about peanut butter! We can’t put idiots in charge of vital functions—and idiots currently run our press corps.

Not to mention our government. The Bush administration, in its combination of fickle certainty, militarism, diplomatic ineptitude, and reckless indifference to consequences, reminds me of nothing so much as the Imperial Court of Kaiser Wilhelm.

So, eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow (back)....

Rationalization? Let's devoutly hope so. Night all.

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