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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 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.
In Which Your Humble Blogger makes a list, and checks it twice.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is also gripey about the big-league thing, and people making fun of orange makeup that he evidently no longer uses, because that sort of thing demeans us all.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is a little perplexed, sometimes, by which particular outrages seem to fill the feeds.
In Which Your Humble Blogger likes to list and categorize things, in a rather terrible 19th-Century positivist sort of way, despite knowing that everything is connected to everything.
In Which Your Humble Blogger feels that we are all in this together, and that is rather beautiful, when you think about it.