* - thanks to the pop group XTC (particularly Andy Partridge) for the title to this edition of the R Spot...
President Bigmouth
So Bush may be the authority or even the source of the leak in the Valerie Plame case. Didn't we all just know it? It's pretty simple really...Joseph Wilson exposes the administration's faulty intelligence, particularly the infamous "Niger yellowcake" uranium, and reveals that the Bush Administration has an agenda for going to war in Iraq which doesn't jibe with the facts. Bush, Wolfowitz, Rumsfeld, Cheney and the gang concoct a false story about Saddam and the WMD's and Wilson doesn't toe the company line. Even worse, he's a Democrat! So Bush decides to teach Wilson a weapon. His wife works for the CIA, eh? Well, let's expose her through a "leak" to Bob Novak. They'll never trace it all the way back to the President, right?
If there's one thing you've got to love about this administration (and I recommend you love no more than one thing), it's that they'd all much rather save their own skin than fall on their sword for their commander-in-chief. Although it is very unlikely Bush will become impeached because of this (although he should, for this and innumerable other reasons), I find it funny that Scooter Libby appears to have given him up, either directly or implicity in his testimony. Remember, Libby was supposed to be the fall guy that closed the whole investigation up. Not so fast, it turns out.
Actual Yahoo! News Headline
"Two Giant Black Holes to Merge Into Super Black Hole"
Said an astronomer at Cal Tech, "That really sucks."**
What's that I hear? Is that actual booing?! Oh come on...
Impressions from the Boob Tube
A few quick one and two liners that come to me based on some things I've seen on TV lately. A few of these may be explored in more depth in future blogs:
--I think Lost is seriously in danger of jumping the shark. This week's episode strained credulity to the breaking point.
--I've never been more pissed off at Black people--including myself, for getting sucked in--than when I watched that horrible Jerry Springer-fest that was the Flavor of Love Reunion Special. And the worst news from that show was that Flavor Flav (who, surprise!, didn't find the love of his life on the show) wants to do the whole thing again. Flav, are you that desperate for money and attention? I think it's time to call Chuck D and lobby for a larger share of the old Public Enemy royalties.
--I've been catching up on the first season of Showtime's Huff on DVD. After a rocky pilot, which veered all over the place in tone and dialogue, the show seemed to find it's voice enough to become upper-tier television. It's got whimsical touches I could do without, but for me it's a suitable replacement for my dearly departed Six Feet Under. If anyone has Showtime (I don't), let me know how the second season is doing.
--Deal or No Deal is ingenius. All you have to do is pick some random numbers and periodically answer a simple question ("Deal...or No deal?") and you have a chance to win a million dollars. Of course, people's greed, ego and adrenaline always work against them and often they go home with less than ten grand and a stinging sensation in their sphincter. It's also the best gig Howie Mandel (!) will ever have. Ah, the American way...
--There is way, way too much poker on television. Only in America would people sit on their fat asses and watch people play poker--instead of just playing it themselves!
A Final Odd, Unsettling Note
My fiance bought me this frozen lunch called "Smokey Robinson's Gumbo". I had no idea Smokey had signed off on a line of signature frozen foods (and judging by the weird picture on the package, maybe he didn't know either), but I must say the gumbo is surprisingly good. Maybe I'll try the red beans and rice next...
Sometime soon: what promises to be an odd weekend in Las Vegas. Wish me luck...
Peace.
** - not an actual quote
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