The post I lovingly prepared yesterday for today’s publication evidently vanished, and I’m too damn busy to reconstruct it. Too bad: it was a loving re-creation of the conversation on the helicopter bearing Bush and his pack back to Tex-ass. I thought it was funny, anyway.
I’m sure, to quote Alesh, that it’s something I did wrong, even though I’ve done the same damn thing the same damn way for a few years, now.
But in other news, I just learned that the Rev Jeremiah Wright and I both graduated from the same high school: Central, in Philadelphia. We were not classmates, in fact, we weren’t even there together at the same time. (The school was founded in 1838, and smells like it.) He graduated in the class of 1959. The schools of civilized metropolises were racially integrated back then. Floridians wouldn’t grasp this concept until a court ordered it.
Makes me wonder. We had the same education — how come he made so much more money than me? Must be corrupt politics, right? What else could it be?