….on the gun grabbers.

The “assault weapons” ban expires in September 2004. Guess which newly-elected Congress won’t reauthorize it.

Here’s to a quiet death.

I’ve got a nice pot of corvus bisque on the stove for Jonathan Alter. Save a little room for dessert–we’re serving humble pie.

Isn’t this internet thingie a real pain for clueless prognosticators? Dumb pronouncements are immortal.

I’ve got a nice pot of corvus bisque on the stove for Jonathan Alter. Save a little room for dessert–we’re serving humble pie.

Isn’t this internet thingie a real pain for clueless prognosticators? Dumb pronouncements are immortal.

I’ve got a nice pot of corvus bisque on the stove for Jonathan Alter. Save a little room for dessert–we’re serving humble pie.

Isn’t this internet thingie a real pain for clueless prognosticators? Dumb pronouncements are immortal.

Someone over at Free Republic has a scoop. They’ve got a picture of Jim Jefford’s new office.

Someone over at Free Republic has a scoop. They’ve got a picture of Jim Jefford’s new office.

Someone over at Free Republic has a scoop. They’ve got a picture of Jim Jefford’s new office.

Or is it another example to add to Michael Moore’s book about stupid white men?

McAuliffe is making the rounds of the news shows, whining and spinning. He looks like he’s running scared, to me. The Fox folks essentially called him a sore loser. I love it.

– Terry McAuliffe, disgusting spawn of Clintonism–watch for the slime trail as he slithers out the door after he gets fired

– Pat Leahy, who will no longer be able to keep the federal benches empty of people who will respect the Constitution

– Tom Daschle, who has gone from Senate Plurality Leader, to Senate Minority Leader, without ever having a chance to be Senate Majority Leader

– Jim Jeffords, who is now a man without a party, and with no chance of pumping more taxpayer money into Vermont dairy farms

– Lincoln Chafee, whose dreams of powerbroking have been shattered

– The New York Democratic Party, who let the Clintons take it over, and drive it off a cliff

Just off the top of my head…

My favorite and last surviving aunt died early this morning.

She had a good life, but not a long enough one (barely seven decades). A product of her generation, she smoked like a Pittsburgh chimney, and suffered from several varieties of cancer. She raised four kids, all of whom are married with kids, none of whom ever divorced. She didn’t live to see her first great-grandchild, who is still in the planning stages. The last time I saw her was in July, at the wedding of her first grand- child.

I have no living ancestors, and now no relations even of their generation. She wasn’t my aunt by blood, but by marriage.

It makes one feel old, and inadequate. When my last ancestor (my maternal grandmother) died a few years ago, I told one of my cousins at the funeral, “We’re in charge now. We’re the grownups.”

“And we’re next.”

No one’s getting out of this alive, and it remains a disconcerting, if not frightening thought.

Anyway, I’m getting on a redeye to Detroit in a couple hours, and I’ll be gone until Tuesday. I’ll try to check in occasionally, because my brother has a high-bandwidth connection, but it will be hectic, and I’ve got other work to do that I’ve crammed into my laptop, so I can’t promise anything.

As always, there are better weblogs than mine over to the left, there. Enjoy, and I’ll be back in a few days.