(Sung to the tune of “Let it Snow”)

Oh the weather outside is shitty,
And I’m all fresh out of witty
But I’m happy because I know
It ain’t snow, it ain’t snow, it ain’t snow.

That is all.

Santa Claus
North Pole

Re: Christmas List

Dear Santa,

I feel a little bit strange writing to you, seeing as how I am probably better known around the world than you are. But, I must confess that I still haven’t figured out how to make reindeer fly (even though I am working on that), so I think it won’t hurt to drop you a line to tell you what I would like for Christmas.

You should know that I have been a really, really good boy man. The William Ayers thing was bullshit (pardon my French, Santa) as was the Reverend Wright thing and the Rezko thing. I’m also proud that I didn’t kick Michelle’s ass for saying that dumb shit (oooopsie, Santa!) during the campaign. I even made friends with Hillary, the Satanic Swinette. Like I said: I’ve been really extra superdoubleplus good.

So, here is my list:

1. Some kind of device on my phone that will make John Kerry stop calling me whining about the Secretary of State deal.

2. Something really heavy to fall on Bill Clinton’s head. You know, like a safe falling from the 23rd floor of a building. Sort of like the Road Runner – Wylie Coyote thing. Splat! That would be really cool.

3. One of those swishy guys to give Michelle a few fashion tips. (Psssssst. Please don’t tell her I asked for this. She’ll kick my ass. Ooooopsie!)

4. humility

5. Most of all (and I really, really mean most of all) could you visit a case of total and irreversible amnesia on that Blagojevich guy?

Thanks, Santa. And just so you know … if you do right by me, there’ll be something in it for you. I’m thinking an Ambassadorship to some place where it’s warm. How’s Liberia grab you?

Your pal,
Barack

“The senate seat ‘is a fucking valuable thing, you just don’t give it away for nothing.'”

The foregoing is from page 56 of the 78-page criminal complaint (*pdf file) against Rod. Blagojevich and John Harris.

If even half of what is alleged in this indictment is provable beyond a reasonable doubt, I hope this low-life spends at least the next twenty years in a federal lockup.

Here I was thinking that New Jersey held the trophy for having elected the most detestable Governor ever.

Doug Ross has the deets, including the code for putting one of these widgets on your blog.

This morning I attended the Pearl Harbor Day ceremonies at my American Legion Post. The public was invited. The Mayor showed up.

There were approximately 25 people there, comprising members of the American Legion, the VFW, Jewish War Veterans and the DAV. Although there were a handful of Vietnam Era Vets (and one who is a vet of Vietnam and Iraq), most of the attendees were WWII vets (mostly men and a few women). A couple of the women were widows of deceased WWII vets. Several of the WWII guys used canes to walk, and a couple needed help on the stairs, but they came. They always do.

I was honored and privileged to be one of the readers. I read President Roosevelt’s address to Congress following the Pearl Harbor attack, and it was interspersed with the remarks of President Bush following the attacks on September 11, 2001, which were read by a WWII vet. There were several other very moving readings.

Before the ceremonies I was talking to my friend Paulie, a Navy Vet. He said that he had stopped at a local diner on his way to the ceremonies. He mentioned to the waitress that he was on his way to Pearl Harbor Memorial ceremonies, and she remarked, “Oh, is that today?’ She was a Navy Vet!

In my personal experience, I have been saddened by how many people under forty don’t know the historic significance of December 7, 1941. Many under thirty don’t even know where Pearl Harbor is, much less have any idea what happened there 67 years ago.

It’s sad.

WTFudoku?

How could this possibly be fun?

To me, it’s akin to a mental paper cut.

A word of advice to you karaoke peeps, particularly if you are planning to do your thing in Asia.

DO NOT HOG THE MICROPHONE!

In addition, you would also be well advised to avoid singing “My Way” or anything by John Denver.

You’re welcome.

A combination of Life 101 and Making-a-Living 101 has sapped any creative juices I may have had. Sorry ’bout that.

Hey, OJ is going to spend some serious time in the slammer, which proves that even the worst day has the potential for some serious WIN.

Later.

Poor John.

If you’re Kerry, you’ve got to be feeling a bit like the Rev. Jeremiah Wright – thrown under the Obama bus, while ex-rivals climb merrily aboard.
…
[S]oon after Election Day, Kerry went from being an alleged top contender for a Cabinet position to nowhere.

The sorry ass, D-student will have to settle for being the chairman of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee.

I’d love to see how long this pompous blowhard would last in a real job.

Well, sports fans. It was either hanging out with friends in a Spanish restaurant, eating chorizo and drinking Spanish beer, or sitting in front of this computer and writing silly shit.

The friends, chorizo and beer won.

Come to think of it, so did you.

Later, amigos.