the duchy of hetkettle trophish

there’s nothing i can do

i don’t think we’re gonna make it.

i guess i’m gonna go do something else, now? seeing as the oil companies are being given veto power?

ps. i was liking the push this was giving me.…

pps. “of course

we may prove ourselves to be an evil and criminally shortsighted generation. We may melt the ‘caps, log the Congo, burn the Amazon, slushie the tundra, acidify the ocean, drive half of all life into extinction and needlessly cause the deaths of billions of our fellow human beings. But I don’t think we will. I think enough of us are better than that, braver than that and bolder than that.

but maybe not enough of us work for newspapers

sounds like the drums have returned with a vengeance to the office of the vice president. i wish there were some way to send him and his to a hell like that they’ve visited upon ordinary, uninvolved people in now three countries we’d already nearly beaten to the ground for our own fulfillment.

we all have so many wishes.

ps. here’s a place you can throw your coin in the peaceful fountain of peace.

i support the legalization of many drugs. one of them is sex. i thought a long time about this and basically decided that licensing prostitutes, letting them organize, is better than having an unstoppable flow of abuse and trafficking. the spitzer blow-up obviously shows that this isn’t a super common view left-of-center, at least away from the crazy left coast — obviously, one can joke and dance — but.

but, know what, let’s not have that debate here, now, and instead go to our roving reporter who is live, now, in my brain, ready to play back my initial reaction to hearing that spitzer — governor for barely more than a year, hero of corporate accountability, and serious future contender for the presidency — was getting deposed by a bush-cheney admin federal probe.

quoting the new york times, again:

The transactions, officials said, suggested possible financial crimes — maybe bribery, political corruption, or something inappropriate involving campaign finance. Prostitution, they said, was the furthest thing from the minds of the investigators.

Soon, the I.R.S. agents, from the agency’s Criminal Investigation Division, were working with F.B.I. agents and federal prosecutors from Manhattan who specialize in political corruption.

The inquiry, like many such investigations, was a delicate one. Because the focus was a high-ranking government official, prosecutors were required to seek the approval of the United States attorney general to proceed.

“oh, fuck yeah. take that dickwad down so hard his mother reams him up the ass with a rusty pipe.”

Once they secured that permission, the investigation moved forward.

oh, ah, wait, that middle quote, i imagined that.

ps. is it schadenfreude time on wall street? is it

far more probable that what happened was something like this: An IRS office is tipped off by officials at various banks that Spitzer is depositing a few thousand dollars in different accounts within a day or two. Realizing it has a potential political tiger by the tail, the IRS then contacts the Department of Justice and the FBI.

cluck, cluck, cluck. we sell phony paper and ruin your life, with the regulators laughing at our parties, but he buys sex and hides it. that makes ussss the honesssst onesss.

pps. all y’all good snakes out there, just trying to catch some sun and a rat for supper, you know what i’m talking about. we’re cool, right?

ppps. and an interview.

apr 13. naw. they were probly spying on him, huh.

you have to set daylight savings time manually, here.

but you don’t get a little hour hand to click and drag…???