Hammer Mill Days

No I can't get the phone. Can't you see I've got my hands full? It's a shovel, you idiot - what do you think? I've been using it all morning. And I don't know the first thing about kneecap replacement surgery, so bugger off. Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't know anyone was reading this blog at [INSERT CURRENT TIME HERE]. Just fending off requests from the various minions at large here in the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, where Big Green resides. It happens that I'm a bit indisposed at the moment, shoveling up another cubic yard of dirt to make way for the spreading tendrils of the man-sized tuber's many relatives. They've become something like permanent residents here over the past week. You know the drill - shirt-tail relative drops by for a couple of days, unpacks the suitcase, and next thing you know, you've got a lifer. That's right, friends - tubey's kin are putting down roots. (In this case, literally.) So naturally, those of us who h...

Anyone not hear about the Reverend Wright this week? I don't see any hands (except my own, on the keyboard, of course). This campaign is beyond inane - too insipid to even qualify as absurd. Does anyone really, really, really care about what Barack Obama's former preacher thinks? Is Wright running for president? Is anyone taking a microscope to the sermons and unrelated public statements of any other politician's spiritual mentors, friends, associates, neighbors, etc.? Has anyone, for instance, taken a close look at Franklin Graham, who offered prayer at Bush's inauguration and lectured us all on being squeamish about the use of nuclear weapons? No controversy there. And if Obama's time on a board with Bill Ayers is fair game, why not Hillary's time on the board of Wal-Mart? After all, Bill Ayers just talked about demolishing things - Wal-Mart has demolished hundreds of small town shopping districts and driven virtual slave labor in the countries that produce th...