What the...

fuck. No. Seriously. What. The. Fuck. I would not, and have not for many years, wrap dead rotten fish entrails or allow my carrion feeding black vulture to shat upon the N. Y. fucking Post.

UPDATE; Thursday night this typical half-ass apology appears. Why is it alway easier to apologize when the same amount of brain power would've avoided the entire offending situation in the first place?

Thanks but No Thanks?

So, now that the rubber has met the road to recovery. Will all the Republicans who have so vocally and steadfastly made their views against the Stimulus made exceptionally clear to anyone and everyone within hear shot take the money? One would think with the earnestness that the Republicans have put behind their opposition they would surely have to politely decline any funds based on their dearly held conservative principals. Then, of course, there would be more to go to the members of Congress who aren't adverse to taking the funds.

Sat down this morning, like in days of yore, gathered with friends and family around the magic box and watched and listened, sometimes bemused, sometimes confused not to the inspirational and comforting voice of a world leader, not to a comic genius providing lighthearted escapism or witty insight. None of that. I watched and listened to a bit of history, a bit of theater, I watched and listened to some of the financial titans of this country of ours answer questions from the people's representatives in the federal government. The banker shucked, the bankers dove. They sat wide-eyed innocent and confidently presented their cases. At lunch the questioning panel had not had the chance to ask any probing questions. Despite the fact that the little fellow behind a studio desk, looking a little like Beaker, thought of the proceedings as a flogging. The floggings I've been a part of have produced much more gratitude from the precipitants that these hearings have so far. Except, maybe, for the people victimized by these modern day robber barons.