The Return

Ineffably, the mountain rose skyward, lifted by tens of thousands of sparrows, all single-minded in the task. Their wings beat warbling cadences, shifting the air with a whistling not heard since the expulsion of angels from heaven. On the mountain, lost cherub looked down, wishing for freedom, fearing another Fall.

Right As Rain

There is nothing in the world so withering as that lurching feeling you get just before expelling the contents of your stomach into whatever handy receptacle there is nearby. My own bout with what is either a virulent strain of the stomach flu or a severe case of Chinese food regret has laid me up [...]

Hillary On Bush

I meant to post this the other day, but somehow lost track of it in the thick of things. I’m still trying to figure out the political angle here, but in the meantime, the facts are these: Hillary Clinton is (surprise, surprise) defending Bush’s stance on Iraq and WMD’s.

“The intelligence from Bush 1 to [...]