Hammer Mill Days

Whoa - that didn't take long. Is it Saturday already? Guess those orgone energy waves have an affect on your sense of time. As Dylan once sang, now things just keep getting uglier, and I have no sense of tiiiiiime..... Well, now, those gall-dang other-worlders who came here to steal our land, take our jobs (they took our jobs!) and plant genuine Kentucky bluegrass turf all over our courtyard just couldn't take the heat from Trevor James Constable's orgone generating machine. What happened? Well, I'm gon' tell yuh. That unearthly contraption started shakin' and shakin'. Then it began to hop around like a Mexican jumping bean. I could hear little yips emanating from inside, and I could swear I saw someone waving a small, sucker-ended middle finger at me from one of the portholes (it may have been an optical illusion - no one else saw it but me, I guess....). Well, now, the hops got higher and higher, and at one point it just hopped clear out of sight. Damnedes...

Explosion in the "Green Zone" this week, and a good number of the news accounts I've read have referred to the relative calm of the last few weeks in Baghdad. This is another one of those "flare ups" they've been referring to over the last four years; or worse, an attempt to keep the Iraqi Parliament from negotiating through key issues, such as the petroleum law. It bears pointing out that these are issues key to us, not them, and that if these people represented the vast majority of Iraqis, they wouldn't be substantially made up of recently arrived exiles and wouldn't have to meet in a fortified pillbox. Be that as it may, the finger of blame on this attack points inevitably to the "friendly" Iraqis. I heard one pundit opine (when she managed to tear herself away from talking about Don Imus) that this was an "inside job". What that means I'm not certain (they only discussed Iraq for about 30 seconds), but as I've said bef...