"Christmas in a Chinese Restaurant" - Diamond Rugs
The best ever Tom Waits song not written by Tom Waits. Or at least that's how it struck me.
I want to extend my thanks to all of you who make this still such a pleasurable endeavor even if I worry that my output has not been as good or as frequent as I would like. But I feel like even if I throw something out there that's less than stellar the discussion that ensues almost always redeems it.
And today we are serving delicious schadenfreude, a dish that hot or cold just never gets old. I suspect that the election will continue to be a source of solace as the harsh reality that governance is going to remain as impossible as ever sets in. I just don't believe that the Republicans, especially in the House, have any compromise in them.
- This piece in the Boston Globe about the Romney camp's delusions regarding its electoral prospects is particularly delicious. Bonus points are added for Tadd Romney's ludicrous assertion that his father didn't really want to be president. Mormon, please! I suspect if there was a form you could fill out to sell your soul to obtain the office, Romney would have signed it in a heart beat. The man spent years surrendering any shred of integrity he once might have had in his epic quest to suck up to every marginal right winger in the country. The presidency seemed to be the only thing he really wanted, something he seemed to imagine would fill the hole in his soul.
- I also really enjoyed this piece by Joe Hagan in New York Magazine about the most recent National Review cruise. A ship filled with the old, white, privileged, racist, patronizing, and delusional. I cannot even imagine what being the wait staff on such a cruise would be like.
- And finally, Roy's end of the year month by month cavalcade of right wing nuttiness is a treat. I don't know how he delves into this muck weekly and maintains his sense of humor and equanimity, but by God he does.
Have a lovely Christmas day all of you. I am heading to the gym here for what is likely to be one of the shortest work outs in history (first visit in over a year) and then will cautiously expose my pale but copious flesh to the tropical sun.