The Great White Bozo, here?

That's right: the man himself, the Great White Bozo, the Goofy Wonder Boy, the Godawful Whitehouse Blunder [lemme stop, this game could go on for hours] - Dubya - flew into the Bay area this afternoon aboard Air Force One. I work directly across the street from the runway he landed at, and saw the big blue-and-white 747 coming in as I was returning from lunch. As befits The World's Most Hated Man, security was tight as the local airspace was shut down, cops were posted on every highway off-ramp, and overpasses were temporarily closed off. Apparently he's got appearances in San Francisco and LA to make over the next few days. Schwarzenegger wisely ducked his last visit, citing a 'scheduling conflict' that probably could've been interpreted as 'trying to postpone the time when my approval rating will be as bad as his'. They're both in the low 30's now, so Arnold's going to meet with him this time.

I've always liked the idea of kicking this neanderthal [I could be talking about either one, eh?] out of office, and I support Ramsey Clark's Impeach Bush campaign. But what would this really accomplish? I don't think anyone would posit, with a straight face, that W himself is any significant contributor to the brains behind the whole operation. 'Puppet stooge' seems like a better label. Real change would require getting rid of all these crooks, the whole circus. And that, of course, is much harder, especially since the recent 'shakeup' was limited in significance mostly to the moving on of Scott McClellan, the smug ex-White House spokesman whose job was about an enviable as being Saddam Hussein's lawyer, while others like Rumsfeld were safe even though his own generals have turned on him.

I haven't had any real hope about a serious change since the last 'election', but I suppose as long as the Republicans keep tripping up like they have been recently, maybe, just maybe, there is some light at the end of the tunnel.

Back up in this muh!

So it's just been just about three months and two weeks since my first post. I only opened an account with Blogspot so that I could post comments on friends' blogs, but, due to the increasing clamor of the many who would like to read my profound commentary (read: Bharath when he's bored), I decided I'm going to start to post stuff once in a while here.

To kick it off, I'll share an episode that occurred today as I sat outside and enjoyed the warm Bay Area sun as I ate lunch. Three early-forties people round a corner and head in my direction, two men and a woman. The woman is saying:

" ... and so halfway through the e-mail, he types 'L - M - A - O'. I was wondering, what the heck does that mean? Well, it turns out it means 'Laughing My Ass Off'!"

To which one of the guys responds:

"Right! And then there's 'L - O - L': 'Laugh Out Loud'! I tell my daughter whenever she types that, 'LOL' to me means 'Little Old Lady'!"

Instinctively, I of course reached for my paintball gun [inside joke]. Finding the holster empty, I mustered a herculean effort to restrain myself from jumping up and applying a full extension, sweeping windup backhand bitch slap to all three of these no doubt dialup-AOLers sequentially, for interrupting the quiet tranquility of my lunch break with such infantile nonsense.

Note to self: think about starting to carry paintball gun to work.