Presidents say the darndest things. Methodist crusader, or thief? Intelligence estimate, or just one agency's opinion? This one's a funny write-up, though: From national security to cheesy office paintings (that's the "inspirational holy warrior or horse thief?" part), our man W. has a curious version of life to fit every moment to his self-image.
Facts don't fit what you want? Change them. Or send your VP to CIA headquarters to make them change 'em.
What a fascinating specimen we've had in the Oval Office this decade. In a sick way, I'm almost going to miss waking each day to find a new way in which he can blow my mind by bending reality to fit the contours of his armpit. I doubt any human will ever be able to stun me the way he has. (For shame that he never had a son.)
On that note, Maureen Dowd often fatigues me by turning every column into some sort of allegory or morality play, but today's hit home. It's hard for me to look at that surreal scene and not see a wild, thematic juxtaposition of the family-oil-fortune-funded Holy Warrior being showered with tacky gifts of gold by oppressive leaders whose vulgar wealth comes from the oil we buy, while their citizens wilt and turn desperately toward extremism. What a bunch of out-of-touch shitbags, the whole lot of them.
And how did those oil sheiks get there, and how do they have artificially drawn states to preside over? Naive resource-hungry Western leaders propped them there, naturally. I'm reading "A Shattered Peace" right now: a great read, great narrative style. The author looks back at the utterly botched Treaty of Versaille that "settled" WWI in 1919, and how it helped feed the bizarre conflicts we've seen everywhere from the Middle East to southeast Asia to the Eastern European states (nevermind that little WWII matter). They invited leaders from smaller nationalities to Paris to politely listen to them and promptly ignored everything they said, for the maps and spoils were predetermined.
As you may have noticed, the site has changed. Sampa, the free-site host, did a version 2 of some sort.
Despite an FAQ that made it sound like allowing one's site to go through v.2 surgery would be okay, there were several flexibilities that surprisingly disappeared with the click of a button. (e.g. I cannot believe sidebars like this one are even narrower than before.)
And I'm told -- miraculously! -- that the conversion cannot be undone. Truth be told, I'm actually quite pissed. But free is free. Sampa has otherwise been good to me.
So I need to sort through site "features" to see how I can make do. Except that I don't have the time at the moment, in the middle of graduate classes and Lighthousehockey.com. (btw, I've removed that Lighthouse RSS feed so that you're not clogged with random Islanders hockey gibberish).
But I promise to touch up the accessories when I get a chance, and return to irregularly scheduled blogging.
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February, 2008