We’re Finally On Our Own

Our beligerant president has always reminded me of someone.

From Wikipedia:

…Kirk’s patience begins to wear thin, especially when Trelane dances with Yeoman Ross and changes her uniform into a flowing formal ball gown. Kirk and Spock both notice that their host never strays far from a particular wall mirror where they surmise that the mirror may be the source of his powers. To test this theory, Kirk provokes Trelane into a duel and during the fight he destroys the mirror and damages some strange machinery inside. It is discovered that Trelane uses this machine to manipulate matter for his amusement. The bridge crew manages to beam back to the Enterprise but, as the ship warps away, Gothos keeps appearing in its path. The Enterprise stops and Kirk beams back to Gothos to confront Trelane. Trelane tells Kirk he must face a trial for “treason”. Trelane condemns Kirk to death by hanging, but Kirk, playing off of Trelane’s childish whims, has a better idea.

In order to have his ship released, Kirk offers himself as the prey for a royal hunt. Trelane gleefully accepts and the hunt begins. Just as Trelane is about to kill Kirk, two energy beings appear and put a stop to his fun. It is revealed that Trelane is the “child” of the two beings. After apologizing to Kirk for their child’s misbehavior, the beings disappear along with the whining Trelane, and Kirk is allowed to return to the ship.

Man, those parents are late.

Might Be Later To Win

In all humility, I think Americans have become profoundly selfish and self-absorbed, and the United States’ influence is deeply corrosive to other cultures. I wish I had something funny to say about this but I don’t. Politics has become a zero sum game played by people who will never feel the consequences of their hubris and arrogance. Frankly, I’m frightened for us. On Labor Day, which is meaningless in a country determined to destroy unions and the foundation of its once-stable middle class, I offer you this not as a celebration, and not because I believe Americans are about to wake up and see what we have done, and what our government has done in our name. No. I have lost all hope of that, but I think that the horror is about to dawn on us, and the consequences are coming. Support for the administration will not protect you.

To Me In Darkness Not In Light

Image: Suspect Device

Scout Prime at First Draft:

The last count of those missing in Louisiana is 135. The number who lost their lives due to the immediate direct result of Katrina is 1723. However a new study looked at the number of people who have died over the course of time yet related to “Katrina” and this would place the toll at 4081 people as of March 2007. More info on this and above figures is available at Robert Lindsay ‘s blog.

You’ll find remembrances all over the blogosphere today, but nobody ties it together like Jill. President Bush visits New Orleans today. I don’t want to sully my karma with futile wishes for poetic justice, but let’s say I wouldn’t be unhappy to see news footage tonight involving a voodoo doll and a backed-up Superdome toilet.

Here In My Underwear

I’ve just returned from eating every bit of sushi and sashimi in Middlesex County, NJ. The Live Earth concert is on. Madonna puffed vigorously through La Isla Bonita, which reminds me: yesterday, I had to explain to members of my department at the library that Elvis Costello was not a classic comic actor, and neither was he a one-trick pony whose only hit was Veronica.

No, really. My co-workers between the ages of 19 and 70 did not know.

Still a good question – one among many. Y’think they know Madonna’s not a Brit?