I know this isn’t a political blog and as such I apologize for this, but the sad truth is that life in RT land has been unusually quiet lately. It’s creepy. I suspect that an entire busload of end-stage COPD patients is coming to town to have a tour of the methacholine factory or something…there’s no way that this sort of sustained un-busy-ness can last.
Anyway. I was readingThe Dilbert Blogearlier and Scott Adams summed up our choices for the fall election very nicely:
When it comes to picking our next president, I can’t decide if I prefer the smooth-talking, inspirational candidate who promises to give my money to people who don’t work as hard as I do, or the old, short, ugly, angry guy with one good arm who graduated at the bottom of his class and somehow managed to shag a hot heiress and become a contender for president. It seems dangerous to underestimate that guy.
Yeah, I’m not thrilled. I guess all elections are the lesser of two evils, but this one is especially uninspiring.