"And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway so this [chuckle] this is working very well for them."
In general we don't think Barbara Bush is an idiot. So when she says things like this (audio swiped from here; subject to removal in case of slashdotting), it seems entirely plausible that she's doing it on purpose to distract attention from the idiotic things that her son has been saying.
"The good news is -- and it's hard for some to see it now -- that out of this chaos is going to come a fantastic Gulf Coast, like it was before. Out of the rubbles of Trent Lott's house -- he's lost his entire house -- there's going to be a fantastic house. And I'm looking forward to sitting on the porch." (Laughter.)
Good to know what when things get bad, Bush stays sympathetic to the sufferings of the rich and powerful. (Anyone have audio of that? That'd be a keeper.)
Can't blame him, really. He was raised rich and powerful, his family is rich and powerful, all his friends are rich and powerful, and he hangs out with rich and powerful people. So being a simple kind of guy, those are the people he instinctively worries about. Can't really hold it against him.
Not that you'd want to let someone like that be President or anything.
I have a college pal who
says we can pay one price for two
Just ask for Roger
at Video Bargainville.
Love Moxy Früvous.
she said. Llamas. Great animals. So . . . friendly. I did a movie with llamas in it once.
Mia?! *Our* Mia?!
Well, that's always the question, isn't it? Mia is mysterious.
Those would be here.
The Bicycle Pedaling Frog dreams of the fen of his youth, and knows the joy of being fungible.
Fungible in the Fens (as seen on TV).
Paris Hilton is Faction Leader of the Slacker track.
Ah, this reminds me of the Good Old Days of Plurp and the Meme Mixing. Ou Sont Les Bits de Yestereve, eh?
How about "Randia" and "Karlsland" ?
Yeah, we could do that. Course we'd probably name the ideal capitalist state "Karlsland", and the ideal socialist state "Randia", just to keep things interesting.
Working on a weblog entry for life growing up in East Chatham. The tax assessor who flew aerobatics down property lines. The postmistress who successfully delivered the letter to the right person in the hippy commune when the extent of the address was "Mom / 12060". The culture mix between the weekenders from the city and the country folk ("When Cindy does it, it looks like art, but when I hang old stuff on the walls it looks like we didn't have another place to store our tools"). Finding it amusing that Tri Sodium Phosphate and the Taconic State Parkway had the same initials (shows ya what sort of an upbringing I had...). Anyway, URL coming in a few days.
I'd like to read a weblog entry like that. *8) It's entirely possible that I have the URL (and even that I've read and appreciated the entry), and then forgotten.
I have always wondered why you didn't call him "the little son" too.
I'm mysterious also.
And, from Hitherby rather than Llamas:
"If we'd wanted to make gelatinous mammals unhappy," explain the shimmer-things, "then we could have stacked them much more efficiently in the first place."
Let's have some Sims pictures embedded right here in the weblog for a change! Gina finished school (as you know), and waited patiently at the Bus Stop outside town while I finished building a house for her.
Here she is looking it over proudly, just after taking ownership:
("Hm," she thinks, "what's that silly blue door on the right for?" Slip of the mouse on my part.)
She quickly got rid of the extra door, put up a few decorations, and had some friends over.
She also called up her sister:
(note the essential hot tub in the background), and her Mom:
(I'm very proud of the landscaping work in the front there, too, with the multiple levels and stairs and stuff). She'd sort of lost touch with them at college, but now they're all close again. (The usual Sims 2 Welcome Wagon also showed up, and led to another new friend; that story is elsewhere.)
And finally here's Gina, having a nice twilight bath by the big picture windows in her bathroom:
Such a nice well-ordered lubricious Bush-free world it is in there...