Another installment in the ongoing saga of sex, iron, and politics...
I know, but it makes my life sound so much more interesting! And this entry contains all three!
To wit: politics
So, I saw Bush on Meet the Press this morning. What a waste of Tim Russert's time.
Here's my question. *I* thought Saddam had WMD before the war. Even the most lefty folks I knew were quibbling mostly about how much and whether it was an *immediate* threat, and even if it was, whether we should invade. *WHY* not just admit that he was wrong, since almost *everyone* was wrong? Why not just say, "hey, look, the circumstantial evidence of Saddam's malingering made *everyone* think he had something to hide, even if we didn't know just what. We'll look into our intelligence, but he really can't complain if he successfully fooled us into thinking he was a big enough threat to need a smack-down."
Heck, Clinton did the 1998 Iraq Liberation Act. They could even blame it on the Democrats!
Fun fact, though, for the "where were they when the Kurds were *actually* getting gassed?" file: Apparently, Bill Safire was writing columns like a madman, and Jesse Helms was spearheading a Congressional effort to get Reagan to disengage from Iraq and pummel Hussein. They are both hereby excused from being called hypocrites over the last Iraq war. But at least Helms is still going to Hell for other reasons.
Plus, he just flat-out lied about discretionary spending. Gah. This guy's gonna turn me into a fiscal conservative sooner or later.
Also, a good quote from Scowcroft (re: Somalia, originally): "... to be a 'world leader,' you have to convince people it is in their interest to follow. If everyone hates you, it is hard to be a world leader." (quoted in A Problem from Hell: America in the Age of Genocide)
Bonus! Philosopher use and abuse. How come they never hire *us* to write these things?
To wit: Sex.
Incidentally, Lysistrata isn't going to work as a code-name for my fiancee on here, as I noticed that StA has a friend of that name. I hereby temporarily dub her, for simplicity's sake, simply M.
So, anyway... M and I entirely failed in our half-hearted plan to seduce friends of ours last night. The plan might have had a better chance of success had M not ended up drinking much more of the wine than our friends and experiencing... gastrointestinal consequences. And had the evening's meal not been a delicious but carb-heavy risotto that put everyone right into peaceful sleep afterwards (well, aside from...). And had much of the conversation over dinner not been about tapeworm.
We both have this terrible crush ('mad,' as the kids say today) on our friend and his wife... but we are both socially awkward libertines (a bad combo) and so helpless and hopeless at even finding a way to determine if there's any interest. Popular culture informs me that this is the sort of thing "my generation" does *all the time*, often in the presence of A&F cataolog photographers, or in North Adams, MA. But for whatever reason, my life has failed to be a nonstop romp of spontaneous group sex. Why, G-d, why?
You all probably don't want to know this, especially those of you who've had the misfortune of meeting me in person. Oh well, if I can't muse about my minimally kinked life on this sort of site... I suppose, well, I'd have to face up to the fact that I ought not be doing it at all.
To wit: iron.
I'll be brief. If you're in the gym, put your fucking weights back. I don't see why I should have to hunt around for the bar I need just because you're too bloody lazy to walk it back to the rack. Thank you, that is all.
I know, but it makes my life sound so much more interesting! And this entry contains all three!
To wit: politics
So, I saw Bush on Meet the Press this morning. What a waste of Tim Russert's time.
Here's my question. *I* thought Saddam had WMD before the war. Even the most lefty folks I knew were quibbling mostly about how much and whether it was an *immediate* threat, and even if it was, whether we should invade. *WHY* not just admit that he was wrong, since almost *everyone* was wrong? Why not just say, "hey, look, the circumstantial evidence of Saddam's malingering made *everyone* think he had something to hide, even if we didn't know just what. We'll look into our intelligence, but he really can't complain if he successfully fooled us into thinking he was a big enough threat to need a smack-down."
Heck, Clinton did the 1998 Iraq Liberation Act. They could even blame it on the Democrats!
Fun fact, though, for the "where were they when the Kurds were *actually* getting gassed?" file: Apparently, Bill Safire was writing columns like a madman, and Jesse Helms was spearheading a Congressional effort to get Reagan to disengage from Iraq and pummel Hussein. They are both hereby excused from being called hypocrites over the last Iraq war. But at least Helms is still going to Hell for other reasons.
Plus, he just flat-out lied about discretionary spending. Gah. This guy's gonna turn me into a fiscal conservative sooner or later.
Also, a good quote from Scowcroft (re: Somalia, originally): "... to be a 'world leader,' you have to convince people it is in their interest to follow. If everyone hates you, it is hard to be a world leader." (quoted in A Problem from Hell: America in the Age of Genocide)
Bonus! Philosopher use and abuse. How come they never hire *us* to write these things?
To wit: Sex.
Incidentally, Lysistrata isn't going to work as a code-name for my fiancee on here, as I noticed that StA has a friend of that name. I hereby temporarily dub her, for simplicity's sake, simply M.
So, anyway... M and I entirely failed in our half-hearted plan to seduce friends of ours last night. The plan might have had a better chance of success had M not ended up drinking much more of the wine than our friends and experiencing... gastrointestinal consequences. And had the evening's meal not been a delicious but carb-heavy risotto that put everyone right into peaceful sleep afterwards (well, aside from...). And had much of the conversation over dinner not been about tapeworm.
We both have this terrible crush ('mad,' as the kids say today) on our friend and his wife... but we are both socially awkward libertines (a bad combo) and so helpless and hopeless at even finding a way to determine if there's any interest. Popular culture informs me that this is the sort of thing "my generation" does *all the time*, often in the presence of A&F cataolog photographers, or in North Adams, MA. But for whatever reason, my life has failed to be a nonstop romp of spontaneous group sex. Why, G-d, why?
You all probably don't want to know this, especially those of you who've had the misfortune of meeting me in person. Oh well, if I can't muse about my minimally kinked life on this sort of site... I suppose, well, I'd have to face up to the fact that I ought not be doing it at all.
To wit: iron.
I'll be brief. If you're in the gym, put your fucking weights back. I don't see why I should have to hunt around for the bar I need just because you're too bloody lazy to walk it back to the rack. Thank you, that is all.
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Anyhoo, I was wondereing if your be interested in writing a short paper or op-ed for an on-line politics and policy website that I will be launching soon? I'd appreciate it.