In Which Your Humble Blogger still had a couple of other points, but now I can’t remember what they were. Something about influence, and invisibility, and something else that begins with an I. Inevitability? Introspection? Insouciance?
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows that there never was an incentive to make that part of it automatic, until there suddenly was a powerful incentive to have done it last year.
In Which Your Humble Blogger also can’t really imagine a Legislature that would refuse to pass a Declaration of War if the President asked them to. Sad, maybe, but true.
In Which Your Humble Blogger couldn’t help passing this along.
In Which Your Humble Blogger complains about the complainy thing; if you want to read about the substance, there’s plenty of places for that.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sides with the deficit realists against the deficit idealists, but really dislikes the deficit frauds.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hasn’t sent the Wisconsin protesters a pizza yet, but I think I’ll send this scarf I just finished that nobody here likes. Because it’s going to be cold.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is dull, but somehow the dull thing still needs saying, particularly if any Gentle Reader doesn’t wade through Left Blogovia but does catch the drips of the main stream.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t actually respond to the response, but to the response to the response, or at any rate to the existence of the response to the existence to the response. Or one of them, anyway.
In Which Your Humble Blogger talks about things outside personal experience, but still worth passing along.