I wanted to post a reaction to W’s speech last night, something along the lines of, say, WHAT A LOAD OF CRAP.
I wanted to write something about the Federal Election Commission holding hearings to consider whether to extend campaign finance rules to blogs, especially those that espouse a particularly political point of view. Like maybe Uncle Crappy, who definitely is of a particular political persuasion and expresses that viewpoint from time to time. And the staggering number of free-speech and First Amendment issues that such regulation would involve and what a first-class clusterfuck that would be. And how hard I would giggle if I got a letter from some FEC flunky asking me to curtail my Uncle Crappy activities, or offer equal time (which Juan already takes care of, now that I think about it).
Yeah, I wanted to do a longer piece, about something a little more serious. I wanted to do this if for no other reason than to show everyone that my brain is thinking about things other than the reunion.
Which is in three days.
I wanted to do that stuff, and I may still, but for now, I CAN’T STOP THINKING ABOUT THE FREAKING REUNION. IN THREE DAYS FROM NOW. SOONER, IF YOU COUNT THE VARSITY CLUB THING ON FRIDAY. WHICH IS IN TWO DAYS FROM RIGHT FREAKING NOW.
Jesus. Would someone please just tell me to shut the hell up?