Drainage

I turn away from the blog for a few days and the things go Gwang! My Sitemeter functionary tells me that this blog got a visit spike from the big Yankee blogger Ace of Spades this week. Meh, as they say. Wake me up when a major progressive blog links me. Those people I can talk to, once I get past the skin-crawling sensation. In fact, I rolled half the Ministry of Foreign Affairs into my facsimile cigarette manufacturing business until I get someone more pliable into the White House.

Speak of the House, I have people airing my villa after some heavy rain. I have done some travel and attend to personal business with some pleasure mixed in. Might as well. Just when I get the UN fools right where I want them, those hummus-slurping lefthandedbuttwipers have to steal my thunder by getting Israel to attack them. I admire their "rope-a-dope" let-them-bomb-us-until-they-are-exhausted strategy. But this was supposed to be My Time!

Though we must regain the initiative--and the world spotlight--once again, I should enjoy the down time. I have been practicing my Barry White at the Noraebang in order to charm the boots off Minister Rice, but I keep hurting myself on the low notes. Nothing a nice massage can not fix.