Such stupid stuff, all accomplishment is built on the foundation of human relationships. To the extent one is socially retarded in relationships, one is creatively handicapped. Anyone who dares asks if they need to be an asshole to lead needs to be locked in a room with Heart of Darkness for a couple of weeks.

The tough part is that you know he's going to walk and stick us with the check, and we've no idea what the final cost will be, but there is no question that it will be a lot more than can be imagined.

I'm sorry, but as interested as I am in my own bowel movements, scatology is not my field.

The product of legislating morality is on display in Ken Burns' latest documentary, "Prohibition". In the name of moral rectitude, we created a nation of scofflaws. In the name of equality, we have anything but. The house negro is now a contracted middle-aged white male working in a technical field for an incompetent black woman with a GS-14 after her name. Hell, I've done it twice. One day I was called in, and instructed to fix the work of my foreign born female peer. We were working on an important roll-out. When the whip came down, the boss kept her paygrade, but got kicked into a meaningless position at HQ. She is still out there doing nothing everyday, and getting paid by HP now to swell their minority numbers. Everybody else got fired, except me. My formula? Turn the lights on in the morning, and off at night, and do valued work everyday. They'll never advance you, but they'll always keep you.

I completely agree right up to number three. You can't win a party primary when 75% of the party abhor your entitled, liberal, cultist ass. Cain is a wonderful fellow, with a lot of great qualities, but lacking that bit of experience that is all important in the campaign slog. He's Mr. Smith, one slip away from being yesterday's news. Mr. Smith fails. I like Newt's position in this whole thing. He's Peyton Manning in his prime, playing chess while all around play checkers.

I know, that you know, that there is a price to be paid, and it will be paid in a very permanent currency. It's simply not possible to defy the laws of economic gravity with impunity.

Sadly, I'll have to deal with these folks face-to-face. It's OK. I'm heavily armed, and I'm sure they are not.

Well, since you brought it up... still, it could be worse. BTW, I have a new neighbor, and he drives the twin of your yellow doofus wagon, only his has one of those f'd up "COEXIST" bumper stickers on the rear mounted spare. I've been cordial, but they may not survive the revolution.

Bad news for the lefties and permanently aggrieved of all stripes. Theirs is a very weak hand. Best to fold it, and hide out in academia.

Cavalry, clubs, and tear gas usually do the trick. Fuck the manual. Doing it "by the book" is for those who lack the imagination to figure out the solution on their own.

You only left out two things. He accomplished all of that with an intact sense of humor that can only be described as Reaganesque, and he's a product of the Big Ten. I'll bet he's been dealing with Ivy League assholes all his life too. "The bombing begins in sixty seconds." As for your parsimony, loosen up and throw the man a few shekels. It's like laying money on a game, or putting hot sauce on Red Beans & Rice. They all dramatically improve the quality of the experience.

I had a four hour layover in Seoul about fifteen years ago, so I hopped on the subway, went down a few stops, and got off in a nice part of the city. It was a gorgeous Spring day, and Seoul is one of the great cities of the world. Cherry blossoms were in bloom. A cute young 18-ish lady stopped me on the street with the comment, "You are a very handsome man. Can I practice my English with you?" What followed was a very pleasant hour over coffee. When I got back to San Diego, I was never able to tell the story without some jackass impugning the young lady's virtue.

Denial is not a river in Egypt. What did he tell Juanita Broaddrick? Oh yeah, "Put some ice on it." It's been a decade and a half, you can open your eyes and peak at the truth now: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juanita_Broaddrick

NK, don't spread the meme. There were two articles of impeachment, both directed at the man's total lack of veracity: http://www.davidstuff.com/usa/impeacharticles.htm Scratch a democrat, and you'll find a damned liar.

It must have been a double-secret affair. From my vantage, they transcended the physical, and actually communicated, everything else was lost in translation.

"Conversation"? THERE's the deal breaker. Seriously, I have a black belt in Lost in Translation. The night-of-meaningless-sex with the singer was only there to highlight the intimacy of actually communicating with another human being. Yours is a dirty little mind if seeing another woman socially amounts to cheating. The delight of life is finding kindred spirits, sex doesn't have anything to do with it, unless you let it. Any guy who is pulling down strange from eight women other than his wife is simply immersing himself in something other than alcohol, food, or drugs.

NK, I doubt that he "contemplated" his affairs. My educated guess is that women throw themselves at him all the time. Chris Rock was mostly right when he said, "A man is as faithful as his opportunities." We're not hard-wired to turn down sex. That's why most women can be sluts, but men have to work at it.

I'm usually open to the ideas of those with more expertise than I on a subject, but this time I'll pass.

Bah! Conscription had nothing to do with it. Now giving women the vote, there's the moment of conception.

SNORT!

Yes, yes, yes, I've seen this before. The end game is a lot of those assholes who claim to be 1/8 Cherokee.

It tends to happen all of a sudden. There will simply be a moment of enlightenment. It comes about the same time you decide not to wrestle your sons on the living room floor after Thanksgiving dinner to preserve your undefeated title. I eat grapes for the belly pain.

I was in my early forties when a good friend in his early fifties complained to me about his loss of coordination. He had been a Big Ten wide receiver, a career Marine Officer, and for a short while a San Diego County Sheriff's Deputy. I wondered what he was talking about? His main complaint was his inability to drive worth a shit anymore. Hell, I never thought he COULD drive worth a shit, so I just wondered. Then I crossed that river, and now I know. The mind knows what to do, maybe a little slower than before, but the hands just sit there doing nothing. It's coming Cobb. Lean into the pain. As for the guys pushing strollers, and leading ankle biters... we live in a gelded age.

Well hell, welcome back.

Yes, the announcers do talk too much, except for Herbie & Musburger. They're all class. It's going to be a long hard fall (pun intended) for the Weasels up North. The golden domers are already there.