Damn, Wednesday already? Where do the days go? Looks like poor Saint McCain is having a bit of a problem with his campaign. Gee, too bad. And Joe Lieberman is up to his old tricks again (what were you people in CT thinking – Melina excepted, of course). I think Alberto (VO5) Gonzalez is just flaunting his untouchability now. He knows there’s no way Bush can cut him loose. He may be an incompetent idiot, but he knows where all the bodies are buried – all the way back to the Texas Governor’s mansion. It’s hump day. Go hump.

By the way, it’s my anniversary, so “Happy Anniversary,” honey.

It’s too damn hot, and my brain is all mushy, so I haven’t got much to say. Except I thought it was very gracious of Scooter Libby to accept his probation. What a stand up guy.

KInd of a tough weekend over there in eye-rack. Last I looked, the death toll was up to 223 (but, hey, happy festival of Ashura anyway). I’m sure this all worth it somehow, though I’m not sure why or in what way. Let’s hear it for Colin Powell, though, who tried has darn-diddily best to talk dubya out of his little war. Why, he spent a whole two and a half hours (that’s like an entire Bush work day)…

…vainly trying to persuade President George W Bush not to invade Iraq and believes today’s conflict cannot be resolved by US forces.

“I tried to avoid this war,” Powell said at the Aspen Ideas Festival in Colorado. “I took him through the consequences of going into an Arab country and becoming the occupiers.”

Aw, poor Colin (at least the “festival of ideas” seems to have been a bit less deadly that the festival of Ashura). All that hard work. And then he so bravely followed through with his dog and pony show in front of the UN. He’s just like all of these other spineless Republicans. Lots of talk, but when it comes time to do the right thing, they fall back in line and goose step along with the rest of the pack.

Spare us the bullshit crocodile tears, Colin. You had a chance to stand up, be a man, and do the right thing. You didn’t. Now shut the fuck up and go away.

On Press the Meat, Timmy Potatohead boasts an “exclusive” with right-wing nut Chuck “I’ll talk tough about Iraq, but I won’t fucking do anything” Hagel. Then it’s one of the many assholes from the NY Times, David Brooks, plus WaPost hack Anne Kornblut , Todd Purdum (schmuck from Vanity Fair, who – ironically – seems obsessed with John Edwards haircut), and Eugene Robinson (also from the WaPost). If, for some reason, you actually want to watch this crap, you’ll have to get up early (at least on the east coast), thanks to Wimbledon.

Over at CBS, Bush buddy Bobby Schieffer hosts one of my Senators, Chucky Schumer, plus Utah’s Orrin “Big Love” Hatch, David Yepsen from the Des Moines Register, Vaughn “with a name like this, I shoulda been a sportscaster” Ververs, and Jeanne Cummings of the perpetually wrong Politico.com.

On Fux News Sunday, Weaselface Wallace hosts Congress critters Chris Van Hollen and Chris Cannon, on to talk about dubya’s glorious, Solomon-like act of clemency in keeping Scooter of jail. Plus, are we about to face another horrible terrorist attack? When in doubt, ask a fucking Republican – in this case, Pete “Hokie” Hoekstra.

On the Goebbels network, it’s John Conyers, on to talk about Scootergate, and then George Snufalufagus hits the trail with Ron “Don’t call me Les” Paul, and Mike Gravel . Then, at the roundtable, it’s Fareed “Token” Zakaria, Kevin’s future wife, Katrina vanden Heuvel, and weaselly little asshole from the National Review, Rich Lowry. Then Nicholas Kristof talks about some contest he sponsors.

About the only thing that looks interesting on Wolf Blitzer’s Late Emission is Pat Leahy. Otherwise, it looks like the usual collection of CNN hacks, Republicans, and a token Iraqi or two.

Later, on 60 Minutes, Steve Kroft talks to U.S. Comptroller General David Walker, in an attempt to scare us about the Medicare program, and then Scott Pelley tells us how tigers are damn near gone from the jungles of India. Plus, Lesley Stahl does a story on the wonderful foster-care system in this country.

Well, I better get cracking and bottle myself some beer. Enjoy your Sunday.

So, yesterday we learned that, as long as the government keeps its illegal activities a secret from the people upon which it’s perpetrating its dastardly deeds (in this particular case, illegally spying on them), nobody can do anything about it. That’s pretty convenient. As Yakov Smirnoff used to say, “what a country!”

Oh, well, I’ve got grass to cut, laundry to do, and brew to bottle, so I guess I’d better get moving if I wanna make sure I catch Roger Waters at the Live Earth concert.

After a long one-day week, it’s finally Friday again. Payday, too, if memory serves. Not that I’m in it for the money, of course. Why, if I win that $126 million mega millions prize tonight, I’ll just keep on working, because I love my job. In fact, I can hardly wait until Monday rolls around again. Fortunately, it’ll be here before you know it.

Feels like a Monday, doesn’t it? I trust y’all had a safe and happy Fourth. I’m not particularly psyched to get back to work today, but it’s only a couple of days, so I reckon I can deal with it. It’s not like there’s much choice.

It’s nice to have the day off, but I’m looking forward to next year, when it’s on a Friday (leap year and all). Watch out for the drunk drivers on the road, and try not to blow any vital body parts off with fireworks. I think I’ll just sit around and wish I didn’t have to go to work tomorrow.

Yesterday was a real banner day for truth, justice, and the American way. I can hardly wait to see what today brings. Our founding fathers (and mothers) must be so proud.

So, another week begins for those of us who can’t take the whole week off. Seems a shame to have one day off in the middle of the week, but then I’m not exactly volunteering to work on Wednesday. I suppose it’ll break up the week, at least. As for today, I need to get psyched to do battle yet again with the twits at FedEx, to find out just how they’re justifying screwing me. I’ll have to call from work, so hopefully I can keep my temper, um, tempered, and not flip out and start hollering and cursing. I’m gettin’ pissed off just thinking about it.