Musings from Brian J. Noggle

Bill Frist brags about the new Medicare drug benefit, throwing red meat to his tribe, the Socialist Seniors of America, and then says the Republicans are a party for smaller government.

I keep expecting a cut to a concerned Geordi La Forge in engineering, brainstorming to how he can refactor the Rhetoricon Crystals to prevent the impending space-time rip caused by the paradox.

The blogger pin-up Erika Herald talks about faith-based initiatives.

I am all in favor of them. Instead of government-funded programs, not as government-funded programs. They’re effective because they have extensive contact with the people they serve, and because people serve to salve their souls, not to maintain six figure salaries and to keep themselves in conference-in-exotic-locale tans.

Detective McDonald is warming to his speech and is doing well, too.

Who the heck is Dana Glover?

What, was Danny busy?

George P. Bush, one of the little brown ones, does well enough. Diversity in the GOP? Hell, there’s diversity in the Bush family, for crying out loud.

When he cuts to Spanish at the end, it reminds me of watching Star Trek: The Motion Picture dubbed in Spanish during a high school Spanish class. A stream of Spanish dialog until someone refers to a character by name, when the original actor’s voice breaks in with the very American pronunciation, “Spock.”

Cut away to the Bush twins, facing each other, leaning closer….

Oh, yes.

Now, if their grandmother would get out from between them. She’s ruining the effect.

Elizabeth Dole goes into the wilderness and returns with some meat for her tribe.

How family values is Liddy? Her husband was senator from Kansas, and now she’s senator from North Carolina. Ladies and gentlemen, the Doles slept in separate beds in separate states. Either that, or Liddy is a carpetbagger.

But she’s our carpetbagger, so that makes it all right?

Ann Althouse doesn’t care for the Rubes in Paradise theme I touched on I mentioned last night–except she’s talking about the extra condescending, non-Republican sponsored asides provided by media commentators.

McCain rocks. My wife is done with her Dance Dance Revolution on the den television for the night. I am watching Giuliani on cable. T1 passes in a pinch, but it’s not cable television yet.

Good night.

The mission was necessary, achieveable, and noble.

Was?

Boo to you, Michael Moore.

I would like to point out that I personally supported McCain before Bush in 2000. I think he’s crazy enough to carried the war to the terrorists in 2001 and beyond. Also, McCain as president, there would have been no McCain-Feingold. There, I said it.

John McCain, who cannot comb his own hair from hanging and torture in POW camps in North Vietnam, says this is the challenge of our generation.

His, and ours. It’s the continuing challenge of all American generations.

Lindsey Graham? I never would have guessed from his vocals on “Big Love” that he had a southern accent.

United America? I daresay not. We are the United States of America, you politico. We shall not dissolve the electoral college, nor will we let the majority of Americans rule this country.

I thought they said you were from North Carolina. Sounds like a Washingtonian sentiment to me.

Spare me the Rubes in Paradise interviews with people from the rest of the country who’re in NYC for the first time.

I’ve never been to NYC, and I’m no worse for wear. No less sophisticated, no less educated, and Hillary Clinton is not one of my senators.

Sometimes a Cocoon allusion just feels right.