And here again is the most recent think again column, "How to Control Health Care Costs, Conservative Style," about what happened when Bush and the Republicans tried to "reform" Medicare.
Quote of the Day: Sean "Puffy" Combs, to Playboy:
If I’m not inspiring you at this point, you’re a lost hope. I’m one of the baddest motherfuckers to ever do this shit, and I’m not saying that in an arrogant way. That’s a fact, in black and white. I dare you to write down all my achievements. It will be overwhelming. Break it downand then say who’s number one in hip-hop. Who else has conquered television? Who else has conquered fashion? I don’t want to hear you have a fashion line. Do you have a Council of Fashion Designers of America award? I need to know. Have you run a marathon? If you all still want to fuck with me after I ran the marathon, I don’t know what else to do.
Hey Doc: "Natum videte/Regem angelorum."
Weekly WWOZ Pick To Click: "Jesus, Joy Of Man’s Desiring" (The Classical Jazz Quintet)–Because I love New Orleans, if I close my eyes, I can see the lights in Jackson Square.
Happy, merry and peace to all the extended Alter-family, especially the Landlord who, against all scriptural precedent, first offered room at the Inn.
Part The First: As always, the Christmas message comes from Scoorge’s nephew, Fred:
There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say,Christmas among the rest. But I amsure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round–apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that–as a good time: a kind,forgiving, charitable, pleasant time: the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!”