In Which Your Humble Blogger would gladly hold the door so that it doesn’t hit anybody. I hate it when the door swings shut that fast anyway, you might want to have a look at the mechanism, frankly.
In Which Your Humble Blogger notes that the federal legislature has become like the weather in New England.
In which Your Humble Blogger does not present the quote entirely without comment.
In Which Your Humble Blogger should also point out that each individual program (and there are hundreds) will be judged politically against the others by how loud constituents scream.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is utterly opposed to fun, and therefore this note is actually filled with dry statistical analysis.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tries to tie together a couple of threads of thought but is not left with fewer loose ends.
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks there is more going on than meets the eye.
In Which Your Humble Blogger imagines having to pick one single Cabinet nominee to block, and cries silently to himself.