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Bush’s new SCOTUS nominee is a Nazi No Brainer who even the most conservative appeals judges in the country can’t stand because he won’t be reasonable. He will make Scalia and Clarence Thomas look, respectively, like a liberal and a brilliant legal mind. Bend over, friends, and grease up, ’cause you’re about to be fucked and not kissed.

Rove should be fired. It’s not about criminality, it’s about decency and integrity.

Didn’t see anyone or do anything interesting this weekend, I stayed in mostly, trying to appreciate a quiet evening in front of the fireplace with jazz music playing while it was cold, cloudy and windy. Unfortunately, I also pissed away Monday and never got out of the house, not even to go to work. I’m ducking some relatives who want me to do legal work for free. Not my cup of tea, but it’s hard to tell that to family.

I’ve gone from “full flavor” to “lights” and today I started on “ultra lights”, stepping down my nicotine intake. Next stop is to some horrible brand that is more like running into the wind with a funnel in your mouth than really smoking a cigaret. After that, I’ll be on top of the patches, gum, lozenges, ear cuffs, acupuncture, hypnotism, prayer and unbridled aggression. If you see me with a flame thrower in my hands, just step away from the car. Nobody moves and nobody gets hurt.

…parting is such sweet sorrow…

I’m back in the wrist brace today, so it’s not going to be much in the way of blogging because it hurts to type.

I met a masked vampire last night and she rocked my world. She was still wearing the mask this morning. We were at Untitled and at a private party in Bricktown. Yummy.

Masks are funny things. I had this class in college about Irish literature. It resulted in my only bigotry: I dislike the Irish. One of the things I learned, however, stuck with me. It’s that we have this public face that we put on as we go about our everyday lives. We mask with our real face the real person underneath. We tell the little white lies about how we’re doing (”fine!”) and put on a smile, even if we feel like hammered shit. We mask with our real faces the lust we feel for the person we see walking by so that they will not know what it is we’re thinking. On the other hand, when we put on a mask, the real person comes out. We lose that inhibition we have about revealing ourselves since we’re masked, and therefore anonymous.

Last night was magical in another respect. It was “fall back” night with the clock. Since the first time we had 1 a.m. to 2 a.m. would immediately be repeated at the time change, it seemed like anything that happened that hour was lost to the world and could be relived as we wished. Oh my. She bit my neck. There was very little blood. It was like a little death. Le Petite Morte. And then it was 1 a.m. again. I can’t be a vampire. Never to see my own reflection in a mirror again? Not worth the everlasting life for someone as vain as me.

Maybe it was a dream. A lusty fantasy. The house is quiet now. There are no reminders or some bit of detritus left to confirm what seemed to happen. No name or telephone number. No note. No email. Just a whisper in my ear of affection and desire. Does this happen in real life? Is this life real? Are there magical beings that inhabit our world? Do they leave early Sunday to go to church with their parents?

… parting is such sweet sorrow …

I’m unenthusiastic about blogging today because I’m just flat out full bore unenthusiastic today. The privacy shattered Sharon used to josh me about being bored and tired with ennui. I have a complete give-a-darn attitude. I’m the embodiment of the joke song sung by Madeline Kahn (brilliantly lampooning Marlene Dietrich) in Mel Brooks’ Blazing Saddles: I’m so tired.

Watched The Exorcist last night in a rare Friday Night Movie after dinner with Oz, Deb, SuzArt and The Gary. Special guest appearance, also a great rarity, by the one and only Dan D. O’Lay, who won the rake off with a stunning bon mot that left the usually very quick SuzArt speechless.

Dinner was also unusual: we went to Hideaway for pizza after the Paseo end of the week drink rituals.

Afterwards, I felt it was too early to go to bed on a Friday night at 10:30 p.m., so I took a peek at the GSpot and saw Christian, off work from his gig at school and at his food service gig. He says he’s taking the month of June in Dominican Republic and it sounds great. Also saw that put-together band that’s fronted by the big, pony-tailed former front man for DeNada. It was the best band not seen by anyone last night, the crowd being quite sparse.

I’m buying nicotine patches today, folks, so I want to repeat: if I should offer to rip off your head and shit down your neck sometime between now and Christmas, don’t take it personal, I’m just trying to quit this evil nicotine weed I smoke.

Of course, even after I quit, I’ll still be “smokin’”, as Jim Carrey, the man behind the Mask, would say.

I can’t quite get up any enthusiasm for my lovelife right now. Just got offered tickets to a wine tasting at Cowboy Hall and I just don’t know if I have it in me to find a date and dress up. The prospect of costuming for the several masquerades tonight almost overwhelms me. Ho Hum.

Supposedly got a payday yesterday that will help me either pay off debt or finish my kitchen floor, I’m not sure which yet. Of course, I might still blow it on clothes.

My son is going back to New Orleans next week to get his stuff. I’m tempted to go with them just to see for myself what’s left of the coast and one of my favorite cities.

Lunch with Mom and grocery shopping are in my immediate future. If I think of anything else, I’ll either write it or forget about it.

…parting is such sweet sorrow…

Alas, Thursday evenings will be darker now that OCAM has suspended it’s cocktails on the roof get-togethers.

Went to see “History of Violence” with Viggo Mortenson, Ed Harris and William Hurt, among others, since I couldn’t go to the roof. Ran into Babs and we watched it together. We had to go. All our other friends had raved about this film. It was, as they had said, pretty good and there was, indeed, a sexy scene on a staircase.

I tried to go to Flip’s after the movie, but the Hornets game ended about the same time and the home town team won the game against Houston right at the buzzer and the folks coming in around 10:30 p.m. were so freakin’ loud in the bad accoustics of that place that I couldn’t stand it, not even with a cute cute cute brunette at the bar giving me the fuzzy eye of beer goggled admiration.

Saw Ralph sans Sharon and Catholic Kelly at G-Spot and heard a very strange Phantom of the Opera open mic night keyboard player.

…parting is such sweet sorrow…

Read the entire 22 page, 5 count indictment here:

The Smoking Gun

He faces 30 years and a $1.25 million fine. Rove isn’t under indictment, but could be the next grand jury since he’s still under investigation for the same crimes as Libby: false statements, perjury and obstruction of justice.

guilty! Guilty! GUILTY!!!

Of course, the bigger crime by far is lying to the American people about the administration’s justification for going to war in Iraq. Let’s not forget that these crimes are about an attempt to discredit a former ambassador’s published account of his investigation (at Vice President Cheney’s behest) into the false claim that Saddam sought yellowcake uranium from Niger and his assertion that Bush & Co. had “twisted” intelligence to meet their theories. Now, when it’s too late to keep 150,000 Americans out of peril, we also know that the other WMD that Bush & Co. claimed were in Iraq — biological and chemical weapons — also didn’t exist except in Dick Cheney’s fevered imagination. We’ve also learned that the assertion by Don Rumsfeld, Paul Wolfowitz and David Feith, all still honored members of this administration, that there were ties between Saddam’s Iraq and al-Qaida is also an out and out lie, supported only by faked documents, just as the nuclear threat assertion was supported only by forged documents. 2,000 AMERICANS HAVE DIED FOR A HOAX!!!! CAN YOU IMAGINE AMERICA’S SCHOOLS IF WE SPENT $200 BILLION PER YEAR ON THEM INSTEAD OF ON THIS WAR???