on the occasion of Bush’s second bogus ceremony:
I’m disgusted (what else is new?)
Forty millions dollars, donated by friends and supporters, will be spent on President Bush’s inaugural events during wartime. That’s obnoxious.
Almost twelve million dollars, at the expense of the taxpayers of Washington,D.C, will be spent on security at the inauguration parade. That’s obscene.
on no particular occasion:
Oh, God
I do admit when I am wrong, especially when I have been wrong for a very long time. Apparently, it is a Christian nation after all.
on his most benign, harmless article other than when he writes about sports (in which case, ash doesn’t read it):
Signs of the Times
George Will writes a column about: punctuation.
?!
on hearing about an actual event:
Absolutely true story which reads like a joke
My father is 88 years old. Last year, when he was 87, he took a rather nasty fall, hitting his head on the sidewalk. It wasn’t so much the fall as the fact he couldn’t remember falling that sent him to the hospital.
Fearing a concussion, the nurse on duty attempted to assess his lucidity. Count backward from 100, she instructed him. He complied. OK, tell me what year it is. Again, he was able to correctly supply the answer. Finally, she asked him, “Who is the president of the United States?”
He thought a moment before replying, “That goddamned son of a bitch.”
“Good,” she said. “You’ve got your bearings. You can go home now.”
ash normally disdains puns (or at least is wary of them). This one she found irresistible:
Glaring Omission
Imagine a long, comprehensive, fairly thorough two-part series on Baby Boomers and the demographics’ effect on culture that neglects to mention the Beatles, particularly a mere several days after the 25th anniversary of John Lennon’s tragic execution.
You don’t have to imagine. It actually happened.