In Which Your Humble Blogger, perhaps surprisingly, does not make the connection to the Jewish tradition of the Merit of Isaac (or sometimes Abraham), or even to the intercession of the saints.
In Which Your Humble Blogger stays on the fence between a hatchet job and a puff piece.
In Which Your Humble Blogger sees a way out, but it’s government-supported, so it’s probably better to just stay here in this nice safe cubicle.
In Which Your Humble Blogger lives in one world, and a whole mess of people evidently live in some other world entirely.
In Which Your Humble Blogger uses something called ‘analysis’, which involves taking a thing apart into its constituent pieces, and then just rambling incoherently for a while.
In Which Your Humble Blogger posits a Theory of Political Resignation, and then goes home to paint the garage.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t actually think that it would work; if you get further left than, say, Chris Dodd, you just fall out of the public discourse altogether. Isn’t that right, Rep. Rangel?
In Which Your Humble Blogger really wanted to quote Jean-Bertrand Aristide on preparing the coffee of reconciliation through the filter of justice, but couldn’t find a way to get it in.
In Which Your Humble Blogger inexplicably fails to rant about actual tea, you know, leaves and steeping and so on, and also fails to talk about the real history behind the original protest, and how bizarrely low taxes were in the colonies, when you consider that the whole point of having colonies is to squeeze them dry.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders what the hell people were thinking, anyway.