My Aisling

I haven't been blogging lately. Not burned out, just sad. Tracking this election has become too much like picking on the corner-room kid in high school. Special ed kids have a right to dignity, too.

The Guard docs come out and were so obviously faked. Lockhart denies everything - he says Burkett asked to speak with him; he says they never discussed the docs. Burkett now says CBS suggested the contact; Burkett now says Lockhart tried to talk Burkett into sending the docs to him. They are all such a bunch of pathetic liars. And so bad at it.

And then Kerry takes any and every position possible on Iraq and has the audacity to say he has had just one position. Never changed. Always been clear.

Oh boy. OK, John. How about what you said in 1997?

"We know we can't count on the French. We know we can't count on the Russians," said Mr. Kerry. "We know that Iraq is a danger to the United States, and we reserve the right to take pre-emptive action whenever we feel it's in our national interest."

Do you see my point? 39 more days of listening to a gravely stricken patient tell us "come late fall, you'll see, just wait, come late fall we're gonna rake leaves together, go for walks in the woods. Hey, wanna throw a football around?" Then the patient reaches for his oxygen because just those couple of sentences took so very much energy.

I'll blog more. But for now I am feeling badly for this poor, pathetic patient that could die any day. Boy, there's a new way to get votes: Vote for me, I'm dying.