ita, that's good to hear about your dad.
In town to deliver remarks on the economy, the president walked into the diner, where he was greeted with what can only be described as a sedate reception. No one rushed to shake his hand. There were no audible gasps or yelps of excitement that usually accompany visits like this. Last summer, a woman nearly fainted when Bush made an unscheduled visit for some donut holes at the legendary Lou Mitchell’s Restaurant in Chicago. In Peoria this week, many patrons found their pancakes more interesting. Except for the click of news cameras and the clang of a dish from the kitchen, the quiet was deafening.
Dear sweet Lord, this is beautiful.
Heh. NPR was just doing the story and talking about the guys getting off on bail. He said, "The men are accused of placing lighted signs underneath bridges..." That's not right, right? I mean, that's what they
did
not what they're accused of.
I would like to publically say, God bless my friends.
I mentioned that my furnace went out on Sunday night. As of last night, there's a brand new motor and I was was warm. We have a young friend who works for a shop that repairs motors and such, and he was happy to crawl under the house to see what was what. When we asked him what we owed him he said "I'll get back to you."
I am so damned lucky.
From a CNN Article:
Peter Berdovsky, 27, a freelance video artist from Arlington, Massachusetts, and Sean Stevens, 28, were facing charges of placing a hoax device in a way that results in panic, as well as one count of disorderly conduct, said Massachusetts Attorney General Martha Coakley. The hoax charge is a felony, she said. Both men were arrested Wednesday evening.
They're already out on bail -- $2,500 each, which should show you how un-seriously the judge is taking the charges.
Timelies all!
Grumph. In the lead-up to the trade show G's company is attending next week G has worked long hours the last few days. Which means dinner gets delayed. I'm hungry now, dammit!
I can't believe I have to go to work
again
tomorrow. This week has seriously gone on forever.
My favorite part of the Bush in Peoria story on MSNBC was this tidbit:
“Sorry to interrupt you,” Bush said to a group of women, who were sitting in a booth with their young kids. “How’s the service?” As Bush signed a few autographs and shook hands, a man sitting at the counter lit a cigarette and asked for more coffee. Another woman, eyeing Bush and his entourage, sighed heavily and went back to her paper. She was reading the obituaries. “Sorry to interrupt your breakfast,” a White House aide told her. “No problem,” she huffed, in a not-so-friendly way. “Life goes on, I guess.”
It’s hard to predict if Tuesday is a preview of what is to come for Bush in his final two years in office. While the calendar shows that he still has more than 700 days at the White House, Bush is struggling for relevancy in the same way many other second-term presidents have.
It's not hard to predict. He's the lamest lame duck I've seen in my lifetime. If we had a Parliamentary system he'd get a vote of no-confidence and be gone already.
