RantsCounterRants: Oops, we overstated...

AOL ran one of their zeitgeist surveys on the “apparent” overstatement of WMD in Iraq:

Do you think the Bush Administration overstated the threat of Iraqi weapons?

Will banned weapons be found in Iraq?

Is it vital we find them?

I know it’s just an ad hoc survey, but don’t you wish there was a little more granularity in the reporting?  There always seems to be a rather sticky 40+ percent willing to give the POTUS the benefit of the doubt instead of demanding the truth.

It didn’t used to be this way; it certainly wasn’t with Bill Clinton, nor was it for Richard Nixon.  Hell, Nixon lied about much smaller things than weapons of mass destruction; just petty break-ins.  We spent hundreds of millions of dollars chasing Clinton about a puny blow job in the Oval Office.  We went after them like pit bulls, cut them to shreds for betraying our confidence.

What changed that we’ll let some guy (who has difficulty stringing together two coherent sentences, went AWOL while in the Armed Forces, botched up one business opportunity after another) off the hook when it comes to lying about the reasons for invading and occupying a sovereign nation at the expense of thousands of Iraqi lives and hundreds of US military deaths?  Why are we letting him off for hundreds of billions of debt for this fallacious effort as well?

12:27:11 AM    comment []

One-iron

You know the old joke: nobody but God can hit a one-iron.  Hey, whatever; I’d like to try it for myself, lowly demi-goddess though I be.

In fact, I’d like to break out and try all of my clubs, 15-wood through driver, and make a fool of myself in front of friends and family for the first time this year.  Okay, I’ve looked like a fool more frequently than that, just not with my golf clubs in hand so far this year.

You can bet I will suck and badly.  I will slice ‘em, dice ‘em, lose a ball in the water or a hazard every other hole.  I will shred the greens.  I will swear a blue streak, using words not even permitted in adult movies, nay, not even invented.  I will be disowned by my playing partner and my family playing in the foursome behind me: That broad?  Hell no, we don’t know her; get a ranger to remove her, will you?  You, lucky soul, will miss this debacle, being parked in front of this and other sundry blogs. 

But I will have accomplished my mission.  I will have gone golfing for the first time this year.

I will have earned a beer or two in the fresh air while on a rather tedious walk, wearing icky clothes.

And I will look forward to doing it all again, soon.

Be back later this morning after I get this out of my system.

12:26:02 AM    comment []