Monday: Alex Rodriguez admitted that he took steroids, leading me to wonder again about the American fetishization of sports. We've created a culture that values winning at any cost as well as grabbing the biggest payday you can, so who are we to bitch about professional athletes cheating in order to hit the most home runs and earn their fat contracts?
Tuesday: The world watched, agog, as a sitting US President held a press conference without uttering a single cracker cliche and answered questions with obvious care and thought. WOW. And all without calling a single reporter by a stupid and insulting name. Oh, and welcome back from Siberia, Helen Thomas.
Wednesday: Joaquin, Joaquin, Joaquin.... He knocked Farrah Fawcett off of Letterman's list of Top Ten Weird Interviews.
Thursday: Continental Flight 3407 goes down in icy fog near Buffalo. Part of me wonders if Sully used up all the aviation luck for 2009.
Friday: Despite ongoing knee-jerk, party-before-country obstructionism of the Republicans, the stimulus bill is passed by the Senate by a vote of 60-38. Sherrod Brown leaves his mother's funeral to be present for the vote. Republicans all but admit that they get their marching orders from Rush Limbaugh, and we Dems think that's just fine by us.
And I (inches from a clean getaway) almost made it through this entire post without mentioning Uterine Clown-Car whack job Nadya Suleman, who turns the entire pro-choice/anti-choice thing upside down by becoming a whipping-girl for both sides. In a state (California) that is issuing IOU's instead of tax refunds it may only be a matter of time before Nadya the Grifter is chased out of the state by citizens with torches.
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