Rush week

Since this is the week a big fool Rushed in to lead the Republican devolution, I can't restrain one more good gibe:

When it comes to disability pensions, you ought to include congressmen, especially these remarkable Republicans who, in the midst of a serious banking crisis, are recycling Herbert Hoover and decrying socialism and paying homage to a fat sweaty guy living alone with his cat in a five-mansion compound in West Palm Beach. At the moment, he seems to be steering the Republican Party like it's his personal power boat and Mitch McConnell is the girl in the bikini on water skis.

Can I just say: YUCK!

Skinny pasty liberal that he is, Garrison Keillor is funny throughout, even when he's not smacking around fat, pasty Republicans.

An aura of fragile loveliness

Please take this sweet, sad trip outside of politics. It will repay the short time you spend reading it.

Not long ago, I drove by shortly after a high-speed motorcycle accident. There were already so many good samaritans working on the victim I couldn't tell her gender (which I found later on line), but I didn't have much hope for her after a helmetless 75-mph dismount stopped by the guardrail. Nonetheless, she survived, how well the news is equivocal about. But she has lingered with me, too, as Alma did with Garrison Keillor.