perfidy

It has been pointed out to me that people can vote multiple times for American Idol (not that they can't for the presidency, too), making a cafeteria estimate of the real number of people who voted for President:AI more like 4:1 or 5:1.

Still... while I stand gape-mouthed at your most recent post, Buckethead (zing! bam! pow!), I can't shake a nagging worry. The very complacency which is an American's birthright is still a double-edged sword.

Ahhh, screw it. It's probably just the weather. It's been raining for five days and the weathermen predict another solid week. Tomorrow is "Wind And Rain Saturday" which is unfortunately going to make my planned "Red Sox vs. Indians Beer And Sunburn Saturday" much less enjoyable, as my seats are on the roof of Fenway Pahk. I repeat. Screw it. I'm going to go home, clean the house, and get half-numb on Midnight Vultures. (What's a Midnight Vulture? I made it up! It's a dirty vodka martini made with black olives & black olive juice in place of the standard green, with optional lemon peel and bitters.)