Sorry, but Karl Rove just doesn’t do a thing for me. Here’s a rule of thumb, however, for the future. The more the left frothes at the mouth, the more likely it is that the object of the frothing is innocent.
Were I at all interested in the issue, my primary concern would be to determine what Valerie Plame’s qualifications were to be a CIA WMD analyst. Other than being a warm body in front of a computer.
Don’t forget! Mary Jo died and Teddy lied!
Ted Kennedy doesn’t dare swim in the Pacific. The Japanese whaling fleet is still offshore.
John Kerry lost the election, right? Isn’t it customary for the loser to keep his yap shut?
Is it time for me to buy a natural gas generator for the house? Hmmmm… The house electrician says that the cycles aren’t precisely correct and it will damage appliances. However, I would suggest, not as much as my beating on them during an eight hour blackout.
All I know about electricity I learned by holding a live outlet between my thumb and forefinger.
Stargate: SG-1: B- for the opening. Didn’t need a two part opening, and Teal’C mailed in his part.
Stargate: Atlantis: B+. Railguns, dude, railguns! The Ford side story was unnecessary, unless they have something inventive up their sleeves. And howcome nobody just looked at him and screamed “Dude! Your eyes!”? Memo: It sucks to be Lt. Colonel John Sheppard’s immediate superior.
And it’s not even the dog days of summer.
Lunch with PG tomorrow.
We watched an old Ann Margaret movie called The Swinger over the weekend. It was not the worst movie ever made. I can say, however, that it is in the top ten. Lovely wife liked the music.