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Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Another "Czar"

What is this, Russia? No, please don't answer that.

UPDATED: National Security Adviser Stephen Hadley says that he wants a War Czar yesterday.

"It's something I would like to have done yesterday and if yesterday wasn't available, the day before," National Security Adviser Stephen Hadley told reporters during a briefing at the White House. A day earlier, the White House had said the idea for a so-called war czar was still in its infancy.

I can grow up fast, too: we need to have not invaded Iraq and we need to have started withdrawal plans yesterday.

The Bush Administration seems to be singing that song, "There's always tomorrow for dreams to come true," but the next line is, "Tomorrow is not far away."

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Blogger Joshua said...

In Imperial Russia, Czar appoints you!

April 11, 2007 5:42 PM  
Blogger Kristine said...

To go to Iraq?

To bring a bill to his desk that he will sign (i.e., no mention of deadlines)?

To let him hug you after you've lost your house in a hurricane?


April 11, 2007 6:19 PM  
Blogger Rev. Barking Nonsequitor said...

Intersting how when aanyone questions or acts on the bushies they just step in the direction you are trying keep them from going - just to punish you for sayig anything. This administration will end at some point - but I fear it will be quite ugly.

April 11, 2007 9:15 PM  
Blogger Kristine said...

I'm afraid of that, too.

Rev. Barky, would you be mad at me if I didn't attend the meeting this Sunday? I have finals due next week and am feeling crunched. Plus my taxes are not done.

If you really want me to come, I will.

April 12, 2007 8:45 AM  
Blogger Cats Staff said...

We'll all miss you...get your homework done...and your taxes! I can drop off TurboTax if you want to use the computer to do them. Don't waste time watching the video of Cat chasing the birds away...get your homework done!

April 12, 2007 12:16 PM  
Blogger Kristine said...

Aw, dang, you hooked me! Silly kitty.

I have Turbo Tax, thanks. Actually I did my taxes after midnight last night and submitted them electronically, and then whipped out my state over lunch.

I think I may make the meeting after all - I want to come - it's just that I have all these research questions to answer, and abstracts to write.

April 12, 2007 7:05 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

If you don't make it to Sunday meeting, Zeus will strike you with thunderbolts supplied by Thor.
If you believe that(and I know you don't), there's this bridge in Brooklyn I could sell you.

April 12, 2007 9:40 PM  
Blogger Kristine said...

I'll buy a musical bridge. ;-)

I'm scared of lightning, actually. Okay, I'm going! Thank you, Czar Scotius.

Said the Bolshevik.

April 12, 2007 10:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I am fascinated by lightning. In one of my incarnations, I was a railroad switchman. One day I was walking near the engine during a storm, and lightning struck a light pole a hundred yards away. Had Zeus, or Thor, or whatever deity that might have been hacked off at me, had meant to scrag my sorry buns, my hunkering into a fetal ball would not have saved me.

Ever been inside a monstrous base drum with a flickering flourescent bulb? As it was, I stood up from my crouch, looked around, and saw this big spark floating away from the pole. "WOW!!!" I wasn't frightened; I was thrilled.

There was a priest and a nun playing golf. The lady tees off, driving her ball down the fairway. The padre follows suit, but hooks it into the woods. "Goddam, I missed!!!" he shouts.
"Oh, Father, you musn't swear!"
" I'm sorry, Sister. When we get back to chapel, I'll say five Hail Marys and five Pater Nosters as penance."
The nun got par for the first hole, while her companion double bogeyed it.
Second tee: the lady's drive put the ball on the green; priest, he slices into a water hazard.
"Goddam, I missed again!!!"
"Oh Father, please refrain!!! If you continue, the Lord will strike you with lightning."
"I'm sorry, Sister Maria Theresa Consuela. When we get back to chapel I'll say ten Hail Marys and ten Pater Nosters."
One that hole the nun earned a birdy; the priest, a triple bogey.
Third tee; lady drives a hole in one. Priest, he chops out a foot square divot.
"Goddam, I missed again!"
ZAP!!! WHAM!!! Bolt from blue burns nun to a cinder. From the clear welkin, there is a thunderous voice, "Goddam, missed again!!!"

April 13, 2007 9:50 AM  
Blogger Kristine said...

Hmm, do you think the nun was teed off? HAHA.


Ever been inside a monstrous base drum with a flickering flourescent bulb?

Once last year I tried to get to the bus stop to go I don't know where before a storm could hit. I was 2 blocks from my house when the wind picked up and I looked up and saw lightning crack. It looked like a silver basketball in the air, except that I perceived that I was inside a larger silver globe, too, and that this globe and the ball I was looking at were the same thing. (?) Then they both popped.

That did it. I turned right around and ran home.

April 13, 2007 1:21 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Fraidy cat!!!
Really, though, discretion is the better part of valor.

April 13, 2007 1:29 PM  
Blogger Kristine said...

I was so wigged that I just about unleashed my own rain storm.

April 13, 2007 1:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"About unleashed my own rainstorm." Then you could have stood in the rain and allowed it to rinse you clean. You would have been baptised in both Methodist and Baptist mode: sprinkling and total immersion. But you wouldn't have some idjit preacher mumbling hogwash over you.
Speaking of lightning, there were some church folks in Italy that poopooed Ben Franklin's invention of the lightning rod there in the eighteenth century. So they stored the town's gunpowder supply in the basement of their religious edifice. Guess whose bricks and building stones were scattered about the town after the next thunderstorm.
And lightning was a major cause of the deaths of church sextons, whose task it was to "ring dem bells" to warn people of approaching storms. Whadyaspect, what with pulling on a wet bellrope when the lightning walked about? There was no blessed assurance that they went on to a better world, but there was blasted assurance that they were dead.

April 13, 2007 11:25 PM  
Blogger Rev. Barking Nonsequitor said...

Hey, I would have been dissapointed not to see you at the meeting If I had been there myself. I am a little out of sync with traveling back to the Cities right now. It is getting difficult to manage two lives in two different cities.

April 17, 2007 4:56 AM  

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