| Updated: 11/29/2004; 2:43:39 PM. |
| Rayne Today Searching for dharma, in spite of the weather...
On hiatus Friday afternoon to Sunday Afternoon I’ll be on the road again today, traveling to southern The groom was our best man when we got married nearly thirteen years ago. He and his first wife stood for us, being our best friends. Since that time they’ve moved out of our area and then split up. We’ve been through a couple of his girlfriends. They were train wrecks, waiting to happen. But so was his first marriage. As much as we loved them both, we could see them coming unraveled and could do nothing but stand by and wait to pick up the pieces. This marriage might stand a chance. The bride and groom are battle scarred, older and wiser; their expectations are reasonable. We’ll wish them the best. But I’ll still be a little sad inside, coming to grips with this final reality: the break between our old dear friends is now entirely, irrevocably permanent. I’ll be back to post on Sunday evening and Monday morning. Have a pleasant weekend and stay safe.
RantsCounterRants: Who let the dog out? Every damned time the Bushies want to run a trial balloon, they haul out somebody who’s been on the bench for a while and make him point man. Yeah, it’s that idiot Gingrich again. Somebody upstairs is mightily pissed off at the State Department and they want to take it down another notch. Send in Gingrich, they say, he’ll chew on their ankles and bite them about the knees, mark the territory but good. My personal guess is they haven’t developed a good fall guy strategy yet for the “Weaponsgate” or “Weaponswater” defense. No Ollie North there to fall on his sword for them or Bill Casey to conveniently die, obscuring the trail to the White House with his death, no Fawn Hall to set the press to working the wrong angle. Sure, they could beat on George Tenet at the CIA – in fact, that more than likely will come to pass – but George probably has incriminating pictures up his sleeve to cover his backside. So, they say, let’s beat on that uppity smart-boy in the State Department; for some reason, nobody’s bad mouthing Powell right now about this WMD debacle, not the Democrats, not the media. That’s a bad sign, means Powell may not be a “team player”. Sic ‘em, Gingrich!!, they say, as they take off the leash. Go ahead, foam at the mouth, wet on the carpet and make a big *ss stink like you usually do!! Good boy!! Sit up, speak!! You’d think by now they’d have figured out we’re on to their dirty tricks. Gingrich is pretty much toast, like William Bennett; we’re not likely to listen to much that Mr. Two-timing Family Values has to say. We’re quite aware he’s desperately hanging on to any tidbit they toss him.
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