Wednesday Nuke Roundup
Had an eye checkup today and they put drops in so's they could eyeball my eyeballs. Kids, don't try this at home. They did it at four and it's now nine and all the headlights look like those starry Christmas tree ornaments after a bit too much eggnog, only a lot brighter. Driving home on the 405 during rush hour was no picnic. I had the urge to close my eyes while driving, which I haven't felt like doing since I quit the eggnog myself. Weird.
The news is full of weird stuff. Nuclear options, nuclear freezes, nuclear judges, nuclear booty, nuclear constitutions and the German ambassador to the US lecturing us that they (the Germans) are more experienced than us whippersnapper Americans are in the way societies evolve.
On the nuclear freeze front Lucy is getting ready pull the football from Charlie brown again. Iran says it will now not process any more nuclear stuff (ok, they didn't say stuff) if we won't talk bad about them to the UN. But only for two months, and only if Kim Jong Il doesn't shoot any more missiles over Japan and embarrass them for being so far behind.
Nuclear option-wise we seem to have averted a showdown at the rotunda corral. Senator John McCain joined 13 other 'moderates' in hammering out an agreement to avoid work-stopping filibusters on President Bush's judicial nominees. The big winner would seem to be John Bolton, the presumptive US ambassador to the UN as the Senate is not likely to make trouble so soon after this recent edge of the precipice balancing act. And not a moment too soon, according to the Belgravia Dispatch.
I'm sure McCain would be devastated to hear this. I have to say, reading this kind of risible crap gets me in the mood to say let's all get behind John Bolton, shall we, and send him to USUN soonest. Particularly the comments of the German Ambassador to Washington, Wolfgang Ischinger, so dripping with condescension, disingenuousness and hypocrisy: "we tend to think of ourselves as more experienced in the way societies evolve," "(t)his is very complicated, "(c)hanging the way people think often has to do with religious and cultural issues...Americans think, Let's solve the problem in the next four years!" I mean, how many silly, tired, protest-placard stereotypes can the good Ambassador mutter on about in one short interview with the New Yorker?
Tell us what you think Greg. Speaking of European diplomacy the French seem to have finally overplayed their hand in the Union. When we Americans get peeved at the condescension dripping from the French and Germans we forget we're not the only victims. Not only the rest of the Euros get the treatment (especially the new guys like Poland), but the French electorate themselves are fed up with it. It looks like the EU Constitution is dead on arrival in the Big Cheesy. Expect the rest of the dominoes to fall in line.
Staying on the mainland a moment more, an Italian judge has ordered the saintly and heroic Oriana Fallaci to stand trial on the charge that she hurt Islam's feelings. Now I know that Islam is a sensitive boy, rioting at the flush of a Koran, but I thought the inquisition went out with the enlightenment. I hardly expect the feces and urine afflicted arts and letters community to rush to her defense.
And finally through the chunnel we come to my favorite constitutional rejectionistas, the British (they don't have one you know). Fave singing-jiggling spicy Posh (the appellation 'Posh' being the Brit version of rich bi…uh, girl) has donned her birthday suit for charity. She and some other rich.. girls had their photos snapped for a picture book for Elton John's AIDS charity. The article makes no mention of how the Duchess of York's shots turned out, or whether or not Elton ogled the galleys.
Peace out from Little Saigon, USA.
