We’ve got a new Think Again column here called “Conservatives Know the Real Origin of Swine Flu.”
“Mama’s in the kitchen, messin’ around/Sister’s in the parlor, tryin’on a gown/Daddy’s on the housetop, won’t come down.”
Weekly WWOZ Pick To Click: “The Long Black Line” (Spencer Bohren) –I am thinking very seriously of having a 747 fly low over Brian Williams’sapartment, trailed by two F-16’s, each pulling a banner listing 35 of the8 million ways I love New Orleans. And it’s Jazz Fest, kids. Can’t youjust feel the bon temps roulez-ing out to all points of the compass?
Part The First: I’m as big a fan of limitless schadenfreude asanyone, and Arlen Specter’s defection has prompted some entertainingaerodynamic displays from the various flying monkeys. But the man needs a primary very badly, if only to force him to define himself as a Democrat beyond being Harry Reid’s pal, and the fact that no prominent Democrats seem to realize this makes me despair of the party even further. (Would President Obamaseriously come to Philadelphia to campaign for Arlen Freaking Specteragainst, say, Joe Sestak? I foresee a sudden and unexpected periodontalappointment coming into play there.) Personally, I’d ask Arlen to takeback the magic bullet theory, but that’s just me.
Part The Second: That was an interesting column from MoDo lastweekend, whoappears to think that the biggest problem with newspapers dying is that itgives her one less venue to pretend to be Rosalind Russell. Me? I think shemight have mentioned a relevant story in the news, but that’s just me.