I knew the world was a weird place when I looked back on George Herbert Walker Bush and thought, "I miss him."
I had a similar thought this morning. I was listening to the soundtrack to "Judgment Night", and wondered if anyone in the early 90s ever thought we would be nostalgic for gangsta rap some day.
I think the cooling argument was similar to this article.
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At least that's about what it sounded like to me, though the Al Gore connection was an addition.
Shoulder rubs don't count as policy?
That was Dubya.
I have to admit that it softened me a wee, tiny bit toward GHWB to find out that (a) he was actually named for the poet Herbert Walker, and (b) he's at least vaguely familiar with Walker's work. Not quite enough for me to forgive him all his horrid offspring, but just a wee, tiny bit.
I have some seriously Obama-hating leftist friends. They are often just as irrational and tinhatty about it as the right wing ones.
Oh yeah. But then, I find it funny that many of my Republican family/friends think he's so lefty. IMO, he's pretty centrist, really. He's certainly not as lefty as I am.
We have a big kinky Halloween party tonight, and The Boy is geeking out over stuff he brought home from work for his costume (which I think is going to be Dr. Horrible, or at least Dr. Horrible-inspired): shoulder-length black welding gloves and crazy-ass goggles. He's cracking me up.
He might just have a freeze ray in the attic.
He might just have a freeze ray in the attic.
With the Lindbergh baby?
How else are you going to keep it fresh?
Judge Crater and Amelia Earhart, too?