The Giant Fighting Robot Report

I am dubious. (I am metal.) I am stainless. I am milk in your plastic.

Saturday, October 30, 2004

Hang on, little tomato

Listening to an interview with Pink Martini, whose first album in seven years is out. They're talking about a song of theirs about a nun that used to be a former nightclub singer. Like all nuns, really.

There's also a new Pepe and the Bottle Blondes. Rock on!

Just heard a clip of Smirky blathering about how sending mixed signals confuses our friends. How America needs a president who stands firm. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

So I'm confused. How is it standing firm to say "I will get Bin Laden dead or alive," then never mention him again for two years and invade a country where he doesn't live? How is it standing firm and resolute to be against the 9/11 commission, then for it, then refuse to testify, then allow staff to testify, then refuse to appear in person, then only appear in person with Cheney in tow and no records, videos, or transcripts? Isn't it sending mixed signals to proclaim yourself "a good steward of the land" and have the worst evironmental of any president?

We need to send his ass back to Crawford. Visualize winning. Not long now.