Hammer Mill Days

Dubya - or as Jon Stewart calls him, "still-President Bush" - pulled another grand tour this past week, dropping in on our various European allies, mugging with the crypto-fascist Sarkozy (perhaps comparing notes on how to be slightly less unpopular than he is right now), and generally doing all he can to undermine any chance of a reduction in international tensions. He took a few ceremonial swings at the Iranian punching bag, made some thinly veiled threats against Syria, etc. Quite a performance. What a pity he has to come home so soon. Wouldn't it be great if he just kept traveling until after inauguration day? Though I suppose it doesn't do any harm for people to see him around the White House with some regularity, if only to serve as a grim reminder of how idiotic we were to put him there in the first place. Not that a simple trip to the gas station shouldn't be enough to accomplish that. One place he hasn't stopped in on lately is the failed state he cr...

Need a couple more of those buckets. How about some pale green in the upper left hand corner? And put that HMI light just behind the plastic fichus tree. That's the ticket. Ah, visitors. Welcome, welcome. Reading this, you may ask yourself, "What the fuck - do these guys do everything themselves?" (No, I'm not affecting to give you permission to ask such a question. Nay, I believe in free will, and am merely speculating on the character of your thoughts. Affected, me? Perish the thought!) And the answer to that question might be yes, if by "everything" you mean "everything that can be done in that run-down mill." (If you mean something else, well... what can I say?) So... yes, we do... uh... do everything around these parts. Well... most of us do, anyway. (Some of us don't do everything... or "do nothing", as the saying goes.) Oh, sure - we have the equivalent of domestic help. Marvin (my personal robot assistant) counts as a domest...