American deaths in Iraq during November matched the highest previously monthly total of 135, along with April 2004.
I think we may have turned the wrong corner back there a ways, “Mr. President” …
American deaths in Iraq during November matched the highest previously monthly total of 135, along with April 2004.
I think we may have turned the wrong corner back there a ways, “Mr. President” …
For those of you about to rock … oh, sorry, wrong opening.
For those of you wondering about ol’ Sinfonian’s whereabouts, well, I’m still standing. Sort of. November was a very up-and-down month for me, and now the latest blow is that I’m awaiting confirmation of a tentative diagnosis of walking pneumonia. My energy level is waning considerably, and although I’m on medication, I have had to push hard just to keep up with my professional and personal life … blogging has been secondary (even tertiary? For that matter, what’s the word for “fourth?”) of late.
I still have intentions of getting back into the blogosphere whole hog before long, but bear with me, please, as I deal with this latest setback. You know, it sounds like I’m complaining, but really, my life and outlook are very good right now. I just feel like shit physically about 85% of the time.
Stay tuned … and thanks for sticking around.
“President” Bush (remember, he’s still in quotes until Jan. 20, 2005, and even then I’m skeptical) insists that elections in Iraq must go on, despite overwhelming evidence supporting – and multiple requests for – a delay of six months. Key passage: “‘It’s time for the Iraqi citizens to go to the polls,’ Bush told reporters in the Oval Office.”
Remember, folks, this is resolute, dogged determination, not stubbornness and fear of accusations of flip-flopping. At least that’s what my Bill O’Reilly Gazetteer and Lexicon tells me. What’s that old definition of insanity? “Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.” Sounds like the 2004 presidential election to me.
Yep – the Only President We’ve GotTM. Frightening, ain’t it?