vultures

The lead in the Nashville City Paper this morning just takes the cake.

Dear Politicians:

I went to the 34th annual Bethlehem Fish Fry today, an event that helps
the ministry of the church. One of the members had shared how good the
food was, the fellowship, the events for the kids. I was going because
of her personal invitation.

Imagine my surprise when I got there to see dozens and dozens of

On Saturday we had the usual gathering of selves and stuff for soccer. Because we had a freak snow in March and then flooding in April (cue REM’s End of the World as We Know It), the spring soccer season is like the Energizer Bunny. It keeps going, and going, and going.

Fred Kaplan, writing in Slate, incisively addresses a fundamental question I ask repeatedly: What the hell does “victory” constitute in Iraq?

Against my better judgment, I willfully started the Hillary Clinton funeral parade last week, saying such mean things as “this is a train wreck” and “it’s over”, among other unmentionables.

Well, hindsight is always perfect.

Shooing away the vultures, Hillary Clinton has risen again. Pennsylvania (well, Philadelphia) is now the key, and the Clinton machine is well situated to win the state, bolstering her case for super delegate support, and the nom

To the vultures that were at the end of my driveway today...yes, I did have a birthday this weekend, and yes, I am one year older, and yes, I am no longer a spring chicken.

Sheriff Itchy switched on the patrol car siren and lights and floored it.