Two Thousand Sicks
I fully intended to do a year-end thumbsucker post reviewing the baleful consequences of George W. Bush's re-election, and the increasingly obvious dysfunction of his Republican Party. But it's hard to blog when you're wheezing and coughing and subsisting on NyQuil and antibiotics. I rang in the New Year sound asleep, and today I am hiding from a cold, rainy day in Central Virginia (as is the fog-shrouded Blue Ridge a few miles from here) and awaiting tonight's Sugar Bowl.
In this state of mind, any thoughts I have about the upcoming year are dominated by the depressing realization that Bush's second term has three more years to run, accompanied by my Eeyore-like fears about Democrats' ability to walk (make major gains next November) and chew gum (set the table for victory in 2008) at the same time.
I can only hope that in a day or two I will feel better, the mountains will reappear, the world will look more promising, and the Donkey Party will kick off this new year with an intelligent strategy for reclaiming power. --