Things Fall Apart

Geez, it's getting difficult to just keep up...let's see: the most charitable way to describe the Miers nomination is to say it's lurching along like a drunken Shrub behind the wheel...while over in Afghanistan, our troops apparently had a contest to see who was the dumbest--and psy-ops won.

Back in DC, Michael Chertoff fessed up and admitted it was FEMA who dropped the ball re: Hurricane Katrina (and in a related story, I heard this morning on the radio that the feds insist they'll get it right for Wilma. I dunno, maybe the third time's the charm...or three strikes you're out. Or maybe Jeb knows something about Dubya's coke-addled misspent youth that Shrub doesn't want the public to be aware of). Tom DeLay slithered out of his hole for a flight to Austin, where he'll be fingerprinted, photographed, and otherwise treated like a common criminal (well, minus the fact that he's probably gonna be on a Gulfstream charter). Gee, Tom, couldn't happen to a more deserving fellow.

There's still a lot of breath-holding re: the Plame Matter--when something finally comes of this, the resulting exhaling of hot air might make for a significant global warming event on its own. Firedoglake linked to an LA Times article that describes something I saw either at Counterpunch or on a blog at least a year or two ago: Cheney's office is a focus of Fitzgerald's investigation because Dick has a history of enmity vis-a-vis the Company...enmity that's continued during his reign as "Veep."

Um--remember the expression "stovepiping?"

Finally, to round out the morning, here's an offering from the Senatorial menu: Grilled Condi. Served with Rice. Lots of empty calories.