Geography, Bering Strait-Style

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And so it begins...

Remember how I said it would take me some time to put my thoughts about the increasingly fascistic rule of Putin and his puppet? Here's some more fuel for my fire.

You know how it goes.

Just big boo-boo mistake, da? You kidnap opposition blogger, put gun to head, and, damn, it go off accidentally!

Bastards.

By the way, on ABC News this morning, Cindy McCain stated that Sarah Palin has a really good grasp of national security issues because Alaska is close to Russia.

I work three blocks from the White House. Does that mean I should understand what goes on inside Cheney's head?

God help us. Please, Democrats, don't screw the pooch on this election!

Strangely...

...the scent of smoke from the fire at the Old Executive Office Building that has wafted up the street to my office smells like a tray of burnt fish sticks. In the cold air, it's hanging and unpleasant. Nauseatingly fishy. Very ichthy.

I'm glad no one was injured. Considering the proximity of the fire to Dick Cheney's ceremonial office, there are so many punchlines about Hell at the back of my mind.