In Which Your Humble Blogger does not include that clip of Mitt Romney pretending that one of the little old ladies goosed him.
In Which Your Humble Blogger just repeats himself, but with a hyperlink, which saves all that tedious cutting and pasting.
In Which Your Humble Blogger gripey gripey gripes, like a gripey guy. You know.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is pretty sure this other MP was just stoned.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is not certain that the earlier projects were mistakes, exactly, but the cost has certainly been higher than we thought in a wide variety of ways.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is all gripy, and then makes a point, because sometimes I do have a point to make.
In Which Your Humble Blogger goes out on a limb, but a short, think strong limb. Actually, I’m pretty much still on the trunk.
In Which Your Humble Blogger totally creeps himself out, and can’t really articulate what is so creepy about it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t actually think that the 1960 Houston Speech was actually all that great a speech, but it did the job.
In Which Your Humble Blogger says an obvious thing, that he hopes is obvious, because it seems to have been obscured a bit lately.