This is just too much. It was gratifying enough to see voters resist the usual Rovian horseshit and show this spineless, rubber-stamp Congress the door. But now Rummy resigns and Britney files? It's all very disorienting. I keep waiting for someone to tell me that Van Halen is reuniting and they're bringing back the McRib.
I'm glad that President Fuck-Up-And-Throw-Money-At-It finally has a check on his checkbook. But my favorite stories involve the new black governor, the Muslim representative, the Hispanic senator, and the female Speaker. In January, our representative government is going to look just a bit more ... representative.
I've got a few more posts percolating as this Blogdingnagian Blopathon enters its second week. In the meantime, I want to thank you all for the musical suggestions. Our current favorite is Beck, who made quite an impression when he sang on Saturday Night Live a few weeks ago. We DVR'ed it and showed the boys, who boogied like crazy during "Nausea," his first number, because 1) it's got a slammin' beat, 2) his bandmates all danced around like idiots, and 3) he brought along a puppet show that mirrored the band's every movement on stage.
Robert was entranced, and since then we've had to explain to a few other parents why he sings "Nau-se-a! Nau-se-a!" at the top of his lungs for no apparent reason. (When you think of it, it's a beaut of a non sequitur.) These people hadn't heard of the song. Proving, wonder of wonders, that there actually are parents out there who are less hip than we.