With the stock market plunging, the 767 to Berlin took off, myself on board. I would change flights in Germany and fly to Ankara and from there to Baghdad, where my half brother, Bertie Ernesto was being held by the military police. He’d apparently collected thirty thousand dollars in online fund raising and was making good on his promise to deliver armor and security to Track Palin in Diyala. Only he hadn’t counted on the dim view the United States Military takes on Canadian interference. A dim view indeed.
Meanwhile, as I leave the States, it appears the media have misinterpreted the RNC and Sarah Palin’s $150,000 spending spree. Wasn’t that part of Paulsen’s stimulus package? I feel certain I saw legislation earmarking the dough for Nieman Marcus and Saks 5th Ave. Come on, David Shuster, take a powder, will ya?
Opening up a double digit lead on McCain, Obama is flying as well. The candidate is Hawaii bound to tend to his ailing grandmother and I wait, with nervous anticipation, for the GOP response. Every move McCain makes these days has the taste of reactionary, the echo of sore loser about it.
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