Category Archives: Politics

putin’s head is reared, it is coming!!!

EMO makes the beauty pageant connection.
And Jack, via email, says:

she sounds like me trying to get a job at a hedge fund:

Um, yeah, well, absolutely, charts and when the numbers–I mean, certainly I use numbers in my daily life and I see stocks but numbers–and when the markets go there and then it’s important to see the numbers and to explain to each other and oneself what those numbers, percentages, even, mean.

At least she’s not naive, like Henry Kissinger.

Watching Katie Couric interview Sarah Palin makes me feel like I’ve suddenly come down with receptive aphasia.

In an attempt to understand what Palin’s saying, I find myself listening very closely, and yet the more closely I listen, the less any of it makes sense to me.

Reading the transcript just makes it worse.

Now I know how those old school painters felt when Impressionism came along.

A sample:

COURIC: Well, explain to me why that enhances your foreign policy credentials?
PALIN: Well, it certainly does because our next door neighbors are foreign countries. they’re in the state that i am the executive of. And there in Russia –

COURIC: Have you ever been involved with any negotiations for example, with the Russians?

PALIN: We have trade missions back and forth. We do — it’s very important when you consider even national security issues with Russia — as Putin rears his head and comes into the airspace of the United States of America, where do they go?

It’s Alaska, It’s right over the border. It is from Alaska, that we send those out to make sure an eye is being kept on this very powerful nation, Russia, because they are right there, they are right next to our state.


numero uno, really?

So this morning, for no particular reason, Chrissy and I decided to head to Starbucks for our morning beverages, something we usually only do on gym days. While we’re standing at the counter talking about nothing in particular, I see Chrissy’s eyes bug out wide at something behind me. I sort of glance back and see Maria Shriver. No biggie, she’s in our Starbucks all the time. But–and this is what made Chrissy’s eyes bug out–this time she’s chilling with Carolyn Kennedy. Good times.

In any case, I decide I want a muffin from the Pain Quotidien next door, so we head over. While we’re standing at that counter, the Governator walks in, looking for his wife and CK. Chrissy tells him that they’re over at Starbucks, and he says thanks. That’s when I open my mouth, fulfilling a silent promise I made to myself about a month or so ago.

Here’s how the conversation went, more or less. (Dialogue format totally ripped off from Tod Goldberg.)

Me: Hey Arnold, what’s they deal with supporting the toll road?

Arnold: What?

Me: The toll road through Trestles. What’s the story with you supporting that?

Arnold: We need it.

Me: We don’t need it to go through the state park.

Arnold: We need it. [A short speech on commitment to infrastructure.]

Me: There are other options. We’re talking about a state park here.

Arnold: This is why we have the Coastal Commission and these things. It’s not a dictatorship. The people have spoken.

Me: Good thing, too.

Chrissy: About that t-shirt you wore in Pumping Iron.


Chrissy: My husband wears one just like it, but with his name on it.


Me: I’m just glad I’m not wearing it right now.