<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:49:00.946-04:00</updated><category term='joey lieberman'/><title type='text'>Paralysis of the Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>A member of the Reality-Based Community</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>252</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-6125803007957005197</id><published>2007-02-27T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T02:10:06.330-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joey lieberman'/><title type='text'>Forever (and probably beyond)</title><summary type='text'>It's one thing to forgive mistakes in life. Mistakes happen. Even in politics, and even of the highest order. I can forgive Hillary Clinton, for instance, for her vote on the Iraq resolution, provided that she makes me believe that it WAS a mistake, and not the sort of thing she'd continue to back forever. (Footnote: She hasn't convinced me, to be honest. But she has plenty of time in which to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/6125803007957005197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/6125803007957005197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6125803007957005197' title='Forever (and probably beyond)'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-6684631684867845636</id><published>2007-02-04T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T02:00:17.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indigestion Sunday</title><summary type='text'>In between all of the nachos, the salsa and dip, the burgers, hot dogs, corn dogs and beer, apparently there's some sort of football game going on today.So, I'll officially dip my toe into the water. I'm saying Bears, 26-24.And I'll go further. Not only will I predict the score, I'll predict how it happens. Devin Hester brings a kick-off back for a touchdown. Nathan Vasher brings an INT back to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/6684631684867845636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/6684631684867845636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6684631684867845636' title='Indigestion Sunday'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-117049027199645809</id><published>2007-02-03T02:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T03:11:12.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing it as hard as we can</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, that's right Boston: The Mooninites are coming atcha.I fully understand that we, as human beings, are pretty paranoid in general. And we live in one of the most reactionary and paranoid places you can find. Still, the question I couldn't shake was ... how the hell did this happen in the first place? Politicians aren't going to piss off voters by shoveling money toward "securing the homeland</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/117049027199645809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/117049027199645809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117049027199645809' title='Doing it as hard as we can'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-116962310692785269</id><published>2007-01-24T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T02:18:26.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven down</title><summary type='text'>We had a bet going tonight at work about whether or not Bush would say something "glowing" about Speaker Pelosi as he kicked off his speech.Looks like we won."Madame Speaker" aside, tonight was just one more opportunity to prove that our president is a miserable public speaker. Bush always screws the pooch when he's not surrounded by slavish adoration. I don't know if it's mental on his part or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/116962310692785269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/116962310692785269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116962310692785269' title='Seven down'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-116858786972328333</id><published>2007-01-12T02:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T02:44:59.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Completely lost</title><summary type='text'>This is the great leader that, apparently, 33% of our country will back no matter how many of our soldiers or Iraqis or Iranians or Saudis or Brits or Aussies or human being of any stripe he will put into the grave.A day after giving a terrifyingly subdued speech while looking dramatically out of place (a library ... seriously, they put him in the library?!) American forces committed a terrifying</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/116858786972328333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/116858786972328333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116858786972328333' title='Completely lost'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-116850043081523878</id><published>2007-01-11T02:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T02:27:10.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lather, rinse ... repeat?</title><summary type='text'>The worst-kept secret of all time was officially announced: Yes, George W. Bush is going to call for 20,000 (actually, 21,500) more troops to go to Iraq. It's a whole new strategy!Or, quite possibly, he was going to stay the course by slightly changing the course on which he would stay.Bush, a noted genius of repetition, picked up a new rhetorical flourish for this speech. The war on terror, at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/116850043081523878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/116850043081523878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116850043081523878' title='Lather, rinse ... repeat?'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-116841217471848570</id><published>2007-01-10T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T01:56:14.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paved with gold</title><summary type='text'>The greatest weapon the United States ever came up with is not nuclear in nature. It's not a smart bomb, a fighter jet or an aircraft carrier. The greatest weapon we ever had was the idea of America. The streets were paved in gold. You could go from rags to riches. We were the home of the free, the first ones to the moon, the last ones to hold you back because you were an immigrant. We were the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/116841217471848570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/116841217471848570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116841217471848570' title='Paved with gold'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-116789828474884606</id><published>2007-01-04T02:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T03:11:25.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year already</title><summary type='text'>Typically in the past, I've done a best-of and worst-of list for the year around this time. This past year was ripe for parody in many ways, but the more I tried to think about what I wanted to write, the more I came back to one idea, one very simple idea that dominated everything else. And I'm not talking about Lindsey Lohan strolling the grounds without undergarments.Indeed, when it comes right</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/116789828474884606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/116789828474884606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116789828474884606' title='Another year already'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-116392431174819953</id><published>2006-11-19T01:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T03:23:02.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom: Buy one, get one free</title><summary type='text'>Milton Friedman died on Thursday.Friedman was a staunch ... nay, ideological defender of the concept of the "free market." As in: Apply the freedom of capitalism to any project and, invariably, it will succeed. I don't know everything about economics, but Friedman may have convinced me. He sure got Reagan's attention -- and that's no small feat. I wonder what the free market could provide for us </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/116392431174819953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/116392431174819953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116392431174819953' title='Freedom: Buy one, get one free'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-116375199220804246</id><published>2006-11-17T03:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T03:26:32.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's never happened before.I hope, despite my feelings toward both Bush and Cheney, that it never happens.But I hope it's not easy to swallow for the forces that have driven our country so wildly off-course. Two heartbeats to a liberal who's been described as the devil. A woman so out of touch with the voters of America that not a SINGLE incumbent of her party on the national level lost their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/116375199220804246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/116375199220804246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116375199220804246' title=''/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-116297926072237477</id><published>2006-11-08T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T00:21:33.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What we learned</title><summary type='text'>It was that kind of night for the Democrats. Everywhere you looked, it was a wave of blue sweeping across the nation.Everyone, everywhere is going to be trying to fling a little election post-mortem around. I'm not going to analyze everything, but here's five things I think everyone should have learned by now.1. Decency does count, at least a littleIn my own neck of the woods, petty thug John </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/116297926072237477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/116297926072237477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116297926072237477' title='What we learned'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-116167332225871575</id><published>2006-10-24T01:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T03:02:02.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong</title><summary type='text'>"I'm so scared about the futureAnd I want to talk to you"Coldplay -- "Talk"When George W. Bush was elected in 2000, I thought things had gone badly wrong in America. But I thought -- oh, my innocence then -- that as terrible a leader as he might be, with all of his obvious intellectual shortcomings and his spoiled prince attitude, that he couldn't possibly be worse than his father, or even as bad</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/116167332225871575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/116167332225871575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116167332225871575' title='Wrong'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-115683931406980533</id><published>2006-08-29T03:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T04:15:14.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"This isn't a time for speculation"</title><summary type='text'>That is what Comair President Don Bornhorst said on Sunday afternoon during a live press conference that was picked up by CNN and MSNBC. I assume it was on Fox, too, but I generally prefer my propaganda with cream and sugar.So, what do you think MSNBC (who I, surprisingly, stuck it out with) did mere seconds after pulling it back to the studio?If your answer was, "Speculated wildly," you can have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115683931406980533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115683931406980533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115683931406980533' title='&quot;This isn&apos;t a time for speculation&quot;'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-115666676144977868</id><published>2006-08-27T02:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T12:58:42.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><summary type='text'>Why is conservatism taken more seriously than liberalism?It can't be because liberal ideas were on the wrong side of history. I'd completely understand our culture being able to look down its nose at them if that were the case. But the truth? The antiwar left was entirely correct about Vietnam. It was a disaster, and not only did we "lose" a (probably) unwinnable war, it severely damaged our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115666676144977868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115666676144977868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115666676144977868' title='Imagine'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-115588508444177207</id><published>2006-08-18T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T03:11:24.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakin' all the rules</title><summary type='text'>So.Um.You see ...If you're wondering why this post is beating around the proverbial bush, it's mainly because something happened this week that violates one of the completely inviolate. Mainly, that conventional wisdom can't possibly be wrong.Well.See, the thing of it is...OK, OK, so yeah -- looks like JonBenet Ramsey's parents did not, in fact, technically kill her. And, at least from the early </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115588508444177207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115588508444177207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115588508444177207' title='Breakin&apos; all the rules'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-115510177554843174</id><published>2006-08-09T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:36:15.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The dream has died</title><summary type='text'>It's official: Holy Joe Lieberman won't be the Democratic nominee for Senate from the Nutmeg State.Already, those not in the know (aka the media, the pundits and, by extension, the non-news-following public) are saying this is a terrible defeat for centrism. Candy Crowley of CNN referred to this as "Honey, I shrunk the middle," which sets records for silliness and ignorance.Let's look at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115510177554843174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115510177554843174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115510177554843174' title='The dream has died'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-115507545159536863</id><published>2006-08-08T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T18:17:31.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On notice</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115507545159536863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115507545159536863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115507545159536863' title='On notice'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-115424699382897865</id><published>2006-07-30T03:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T04:15:59.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never at fault</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, you've heard the Mel Gibson DUI story by now.And you've probably heard his apology -- without specifics -- and the floating news reports -- with specifics -- about what he actually said that he subsequently had to apologize for.And no doubt, we'll be hearing all about "Mel Gibson: Anti-Semite or Jew Hater?" for the next news cycle. Of course, anyone who knows the least bit about history </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115424699382897865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115424699382897865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115424699382897865' title='Never at fault'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-115315501370396258</id><published>2006-07-17T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:50:13.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony's on life support</title><summary type='text'>So, when you get a gem like President Bush, our Dearest Leader, you've really got to try and showcase it.For example, Bush made up his mind 5 years ago that stem cells were bad. Do you remember? In those innocent times before 9/11 when Bush went to his ranch for a month to think stem cells over? And the media, who hadn't become the cheerleading eunich squad yet, breathlessly reported about how it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115315501370396258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115315501370396258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115315501370396258' title='Irony&apos;s on life support'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-115242689951809505</id><published>2006-07-09T02:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:27:14.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the cover of daylight</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that so many people have such a difficult time admitting they've made a mistake?It's one thing to do something obviously wrong but think you're completely in the right (*cough* Iraq)... that's an entirely different story.But why, oh why is it so damn impossible to simply admit fault?Everyone knows you're not supposed to lie. And many people are forgiving enough that a honest-to-goodness</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115242689951809505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115242689951809505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115242689951809505' title='Under the cover of daylight'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-115152525733747406</id><published>2006-06-28T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:07:37.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignored to death</title><summary type='text'>It's beginning to reach critical mass time for all the problems that political media coverage is having and causing.For instance, just this week, the idiotic Congressman Peter King, a disappointment to my state, wanted the New York Times brought up on charges followed by George Bush angrily denouncing the Times for being a detriment to national security.Never mind that "the greatest danger our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115152525733747406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115152525733747406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115152525733747406' title='Ignored to death'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-115099604215355954</id><published>2006-06-22T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T13:07:22.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn baby burn</title><summary type='text'>What this country really needs is an amendment against flag burning.Hardly a day goes by when I'm driving to work and don't I see someone -- typically a wild-eyed hippie who hasn't showered -- setting fire to Old Glory. While I'm no Rick Monday, I'm typically concerned enough to stop, make a citizen's arrest, and then have to explain to my boss that yes, yet again, I had to uphold the foundations</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115099604215355954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115099604215355954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115099604215355954' title='Burn baby burn'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-115032150314223081</id><published>2006-06-14T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:45:03.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry baby cry</title><summary type='text'>Americans vote like children.We are told that it's magically possible to have super-low taxes, yet have moderately tuned social programs, the most expensive army in history, a few wars at a time, secure prisons and plenty of sharp looking roads, bridges, tunnels.This, obviously, is ridiculous. Even an 8-year-old could tell you that stuff isn't free. Businessmen know full well that it takes money </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115032150314223081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/115032150314223081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115032150314223081' title='Cry baby cry'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114974574178052218</id><published>2006-06-08T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T01:49:52.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit this one out, Champ</title><summary type='text'>Yes, it's a big story. The gay marriage ban failed to get going in the Senate today.It only took three whole days of discussion. Think of it. Three whole days. Luckily, we don't have anything else going on in the world that more worthwhile. No worries about a war based on lies. (Or the very bad things some soldiers have been doing in our country's name in said war.)Or untracable electronic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114974574178052218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114974574178052218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114974574178052218' title='Sit this one out, Champ'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114932171395327815</id><published>2006-06-03T03:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T04:01:54.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts, damn facts and statistics</title><summary type='text'>"Democracy dies behind closed doors."RFK Jr. worked on an article for the latest issue of Rolling Stone about all of the voting irregularities in Ohio during the 2004 election. I don't buy into all of it 100%, but it's a nice read:Here it is. (Warning, it's long)And while the article features that spiffy quote that starts this post (frankly, a quote good enough to take home to mom and dad, maybe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114932171395327815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114932171395327815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114932171395327815' title='Facts, damn facts and statistics'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114905905092486006</id><published>2006-05-31T02:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T03:04:10.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You say I'm just a friend</title><summary type='text'>I preface everything I am about to say with a major admission: I have a MySpace page and visit it on a regular basis. So I can hardly climb upon a high horse to mock those who use MySpace, because I'm generally not in the business of public self-mocking.That said, having used MySpace for a little over three months, it's possibly the most terrifying phenomeon I've seen in my lifetime. MySpace, if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114905905092486006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114905905092486006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114905905092486006' title='You say I&apos;m just a friend'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114880093839000401</id><published>2006-05-28T03:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T03:22:18.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody cares</title><summary type='text'>Nobody cares when an Iraqi gets killed. I wish I knew why.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114880093839000401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114880093839000401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114880093839000401' title='Nobody cares'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114853993427400213</id><published>2006-05-25T01:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T02:52:14.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They're all corrupt</title><summary type='text'>Someday, when historians look back at the odd happenings in American politics post-2001, they will wonder what happened to the opposition party.It will be discussed in one of two ways. Either the rapturous conservatives will have completely won the war -- and they'll look back on 2002 in the wistful fashion of a highly placed National Socialist looked back on the Beer Hall Putsch in 1939, or else</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114853993427400213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114853993427400213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114853993427400213' title='They&apos;re all corrupt'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114750254952616809</id><published>2006-05-13T01:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T02:42:29.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Principality matters</title><summary type='text'>Give any modern-day church-lovin' fundie-worshipin' hardcore gun-totin' gay-hatin' conservative a chance to run their mouth these days, and a lot of muckity-muck about "moral values" and other such raw sewage will spill from the bloated bile sack located at the back of their throat.This is all well and good. I, too, believe in having morals. Nothing wrong with that. Most people have morals, too. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114750254952616809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114750254952616809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114750254952616809' title='Principality matters'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114672026853823556</id><published>2006-05-04T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T01:24:28.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what?</title><summary type='text'>When a doctor says, "This may pinch a bit," what he or she is really saying is: "This will be extremely painful."But not everyone knows this. So here's a handy guide to what your health-care provider is saying, and what he or she means."This shouldn't hurt at all" = "Prepare to wince""You'll feel a tiny prick" = "Have you ever broken a bone? This will be worse""This may hurt a bit" = "Prepare for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114672026853823556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114672026853823556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114672026853823556' title='Say what?'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114638298992861958</id><published>2006-04-30T02:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T03:43:10.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory in the long war</title><summary type='text'>A voice of reason, Digsby, posted a wonderful question on his blog recently:Please tell us again why the Spanish translation of the National Anthem is making wingnut heads explode when they all but genuflect at the waving of the Confederate Rebel flag?Tell me please, which of these was meant to turn hearts to America, and which is meant to tear the country apart?This touches -- albeit indirectly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114638298992861958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114638298992861958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114638298992861958' title='Victory in the long war'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114609286293666794</id><published>2006-04-26T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T19:07:43.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>White House Western</title><summary type='text'>"Keep movin' movin' movin'Though they're disapprovin'Keep them doggies moving, RawhideDon't try to understand 'emJust rope 'em, throw and brand 'emSoon, we'll be livin' high and wide... Move 'em up (head ’em up)Head 'em up (move ’em on)Move 'em on, head ’em upRawhide!Cut ’em out (ride ’em in)Ride ’em in (cut ’em out)Cut ’em out, ride ’em inRawhide-- Theme from the TV show "Rawhide"Somewhere on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114609286293666794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114609286293666794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114609286293666794' title='White House Western'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114581710170670330</id><published>2006-04-23T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T14:31:41.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>True story</title><summary type='text'>When you're hungry and its late at night, you're pretty much forced to grab something quick at a convienence store. So, late last night, I picked one out on my way home from work and pulled into its parking lot. I went in to by Ju Ju Fruit, thus reaching my daily allotted dose of fruit.The clerk gave me a weird look and then, oddly, looked down and hissed, "Be careful in the parking lot. There's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114581710170670330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114581710170670330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114581710170670330' title='True story'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114555467169193626</id><published>2006-04-20T12:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T13:37:51.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The captain of vaudeville</title><summary type='text'>Welcome back, my friends, to the show that never ends.The Washington press has been all in a tizzy lately with the supposed shake-up in Bush's inner circle. The fact that nothing has changed (and it's exceptionally hard to believe it will) doesn't stop the breathless reporting: Card out, Bolten in! Rove changes jobs! Scott "Human Lie Machine" McClellan to be replaced by a tape recorder! What's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114555467169193626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114555467169193626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114555467169193626' title='The captain of vaudeville'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114529410151611292</id><published>2006-04-17T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T13:15:03.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sight... seen</title><summary type='text'>I said this would happen eventually: Two sex offenders are shot and killed in Maine and then the gunman took his own life.If you go around putting scarlet letters on people, you simply have to expect that someone is going to use vigilante-style justice to prosecute by their own rules. I'm sure we'll find out later that the killer was, perhaps, abused. Or had a child abused, or a family member who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114529410151611292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114529410151611292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114529410151611292' title='Sight... seen'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114460620148318324</id><published>2006-04-09T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T14:10:01.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Depends what 'is' is...</title><summary type='text'>When is a leak a leak?When is an is an is?Our favorite hillbilly, William Jefferson Clinton (from Hope, Ark.) once deployed some superb maneuvering when it came to trying to get out of weighty perjury charges, dropping the now-famous: "That depends on what the meaning of 'is' is."In a hilarious bit of post-lying jiu jitsu, our current Resident, the one and only George not-H OK-W Bush, has decided</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114460620148318324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114460620148318324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114460620148318324' title='Depends what &apos;is&apos; is...'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114382891405228931</id><published>2006-03-31T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T13:15:14.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barry at the bat</title><summary type='text'>USA Today finally ran the predictable front-page story that has been so long in coming: That we hate Barry Bonds because he's black, and all whites hate blacks, especially rich and successful ones.This is an idea that has been floating out there for a while. You'll occasionally hear a black sports columnist (say a Michael Wilbon or a J.A. Adande) float the trial balloon of racism every now and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114382891405228931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114382891405228931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114382891405228931' title='Barry at the bat'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114368889361345325</id><published>2006-03-29T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:21:33.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About time...</title><summary type='text'>It's about time we stopped worrying about pesky laws.It really pisses me off that we can't drive 80 on side streets. I've never been a fan of not loitering. Kids should be able to do ecstasy. Or crack. And then drive. Why wait until 16?So, after more than 6 years of complaining, I'm starting to come around on the Residency of George W. Bush. Or, as his message seems to be: Laws are for suckers!I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114368889361345325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114368889361345325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114368889361345325' title='About time...'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114300954188353961</id><published>2006-03-22T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T01:39:01.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When you've lost the comedians...</title><summary type='text'>So, taking a break from Puppy Curling long enough to find some inspiration for a blog entry, I snuck a peak at what funny people are saying about things in America right now.Well, OK, scratch that. For whatever reason, Jay Leno is considered the arbiter of American comedy from his lofty high throne of the Tonight Show. He's hardly funny, but he's a reasonable bellweather of the status quo (or, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114300954188353961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114300954188353961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114300954188353961' title='When you&apos;ve lost the comedians...'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114246576089330696</id><published>2006-03-15T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T18:36:00.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They're my party and they make me cry</title><summary type='text'>The world in which George W. Bush and his administration were the heroes of 9/11 and untoppably popular is gone. It has been shattered and burned, crushed and blown away like so much cosmic dust.Within the past week, several polls have come out showing that Bush's popularity hovers between 32-35 percet. This is no aberration; his polls have been trending in this direction for months now. There's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114246576089330696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114246576089330696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114246576089330696' title='They&apos;re my party and they make me cry'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114227488036049032</id><published>2006-03-13T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T13:34:40.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to productivity</title><summary type='text'>Last night, the NCAA tournament brackets were announced, leading to the least productive three weeks of the year for businesses. This culminates on April 3rd with the best day of sports, the NCAA final and Opening Day for MLB. Today, around the office, the conversation has pretty much been going something like this:"Sheets are 3 bucks, or 2 for five."And that's OK by me, since I've been in NCAA </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114227488036049032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114227488036049032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114227488036049032' title='Goodbye to productivity'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114201417406385808</id><published>2006-03-10T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:09:34.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand in a hornet's nest</title><summary type='text'>If abortion is murder, why don't anti-abortion laws have provisions to throw women who have them in jail for eternity?If abortion is not a victimless crime -- which is entirely the point -- then why is there no punishment? These points have been slowly making their way around the halls of Blogtopia lately, and they're extremely good questions. Punishing the doctor, I suppose, is step that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114201417406385808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114201417406385808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114201417406385808' title='Hand in a hornet&apos;s nest'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114177496733527230</id><published>2006-03-07T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T18:43:46.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>State to women: Don't get raped</title><summary type='text'>I can understand being against abortion. For or against the procedure, it remains a difficult yet engaging moral question. So I'm not surprised, given the current judicial climate in America, that a state chose to throw down the gauntlet on Roe v. Wade. And, for anti-abortioners across the country, this is a huge victory. Of course, that huge victory comes with an unbelievable caveat: If the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114177496733527230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114177496733527230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114177496733527230' title='State to women: Don&apos;t get raped'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114127087766172076</id><published>2006-03-01T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:41:17.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The week that was IS</title><summary type='text'>Anna Nicole Smith at the Supreme Court!!I repeat: Anna Nicole at the high court!!So, all in all, this has been a great week for kitsch. You know, the tragically ludicrous, the ludicrously tragic?In addition, we have George Pataki still in the hospital, 2 weeks after an appendectomy (and like, barely a peep in the media, even the state media). The Times today admitted that Pataki was, in fact, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114127087766172076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114127087766172076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114127087766172076' title='The week that &lt;s&gt;was&lt;/s&gt; IS'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114068245711629666</id><published>2006-02-23T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T03:14:17.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guarded with distinction</title><summary type='text'>"I have no recollection."-- Fmr. President Ronald Reagan (1984-1989)I love when a politician claims they have no knowledge of something they backed/signed/agreed to. I mean, is there a better cop out? If you've ever read a piece of legislation -- and don't give me that, the last thing you read cover-to-cover was a takeout menu -- it's 100-1,000 pages of ridiculously mind-numbing palabum, written </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114068245711629666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114068245711629666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114068245711629666' title='Guarded with distinction'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114040517894445216</id><published>2006-02-19T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T01:18:22.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God makes you stupid</title><summary type='text'>Here at POTM headquarters, deep inside the mostly-dark Saratoga County, NY (where a February thunderstorm pretty well rocked our world -- read 'bout it here, here and here) we've decided to unveil a new and incredibly insulting new feature.Title is above. With any luck, we can toss these out once or twice a week. wOOt!!From Knight Ridder:KANSAS CITY, Mo. -- The bluish-tinted cashier's check for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114040517894445216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114040517894445216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114040517894445216' title='God makes you stupid'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-114005625877909783</id><published>2006-02-15T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:17:38.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birdshot to the heart</title><summary type='text'>"In retrospect, I got off pretty easy." -- Sen. Patrick Leahy (D-VT) who Cheney once told to 'Go fuck himself.'There's fifty million good and bad Dick Cheney jokes floating around right now, and I hardly have room to hold them all in my brain. Honestly, though, it could happen to anyone -- and when you give a snarling asshole a gun, it's at least 10 times MORE likely to happen, drinking or not. (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114005625877909783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/114005625877909783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114005625877909783' title='Birdshot to the heart'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113935444756291755</id><published>2006-02-07T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T18:20:47.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun for junkies</title><summary type='text'>On Sunday, the football junkies got theirs. It was OK. Commercial junkies got theirs, too (and other than the unimaginably disgusting commercial featuring Kermit, it was OK, too). But on Monday, the political junkies got theirs -- in a hardcore, wild twi-night doubleheader of political ramifications.Firstly, our Dear Leader released his sixth budget. But better yet, Alberto Gonzalez took the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113935444756291755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113935444756291755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113935444756291755' title='Fun for junkies'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113883177478471094</id><published>2006-02-01T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T17:09:34.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>State of the Drinking Games</title><summary type='text'>If you were taking shots everytime Bush said either "terror" or "Nu-key-u-lar" last night, you are probably still recovering.However, if your keyword was "Katrina," then you probably were neither drunk nor amused by 10:00 EST last night.Suffice to say, Bush's speech was full of everything. Well, except any mention of what two badly-damaged states are going to do in Katrina's wake, if the federal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113883177478471094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113883177478471094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113883177478471094' title='State of the Drinking Games'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113834220445393344</id><published>2006-01-27T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T01:10:04.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Locks without keys</title><summary type='text'>Between Bush unveiling the Rodney King defense for his wiretapping (we only use it 'cause they're all terrarists!), Alito's smooth sailing to confirmation (no offense to John Kerry, someone who I actually like and appreciate, there ain't gonna be no wedding, there ain't gonna be no filibuster) and the general malaise of the public on a) massive governmental corruption b) ridiculous war in Iraq </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113834220445393344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113834220445393344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113834220445393344' title='Locks without keys'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113795650608054156</id><published>2006-01-22T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T14:01:46.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loony bin</title><summary type='text'>In 1972, Edwin Muskie famously cried during a speech in New Hampshire. Muskie swears, to this day, that the wind was in his eyes, but the public saw the tears and he went from "near-favorite to win the Democratic presidential nomination" to "no longer seen in public." You can almost imagine the doctors in white coats with butterfly nets moving in behind Muskie during the speech, and that's pretty</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113795650608054156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113795650608054156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113795650608054156' title='Loony bin'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113712448517336083</id><published>2006-01-12T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T22:54:45.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jurist of prudence</title><summary type='text'>I do not like green eggs and Sam (Alito).There's a lot of good reasons to not like Alito. Obviously, his chief boosters are the sort of corrupt nutcases responsible for such favorites as "Tax Cuts We Couldn't Afford" and "The War in Iraq" and "We Don't Know Where Bin Laden Is." And that looks bad, even if they nominate the first gay justice in Supreme Court history.But look, when you're as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113712448517336083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113712448517336083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113712448517336083' title='Jurist of prudence'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113652961032317316</id><published>2006-01-06T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T03:08:02.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearful and furious</title><summary type='text'>I'm not afraid of being blown up by a terrorist.This is partly because I don't live inside the Sears Tower, but it's mostly because I have enough sense to realize that I'm much more likely to be beaten to death by a street-performing mime wielding a cudgel.George W. Bush, though, is terrified of being blown up by a terrorist. He talks about al-Qaida as though it were an insurmountable opponent, a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113652961032317316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113652961032317316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113652961032317316' title='Fearful and furious'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113631835430688915</id><published>2006-01-03T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T15:05:17.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The year in Kulture</title><summary type='text'>It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times.Yes, 2005 devolved into a solid morass of nonsense, crass and hype. Sorta like 2004, but without the charm. We had comebacks, fadeaways, train wrecks, annointments, appointments and more reality TV than anyone can shake a stick at. With that, it's easy to say, "Hey, there's nothing good here, let's move along." But that would be too easy, a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113631835430688915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113631835430688915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113631835430688915' title='The year in Kulture'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113475278293769521</id><published>2005-12-30T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T19:45:21.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time (Part I)</title><summary type='text'>Yes, everyone and their mother shows up with a best/worst of list at the end of the year. But you know, they're fun, they can spark really enjoyable discussions (I went over this one with a friend and we ended up chatting for about 3 hours over the various points) and, yes, they're fairly easy and quick to write. So, we'll start with the big and small news of the year. Tomorrow, the best and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113475278293769521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113475278293769521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113475278293769521' title='It&apos;s that time (Part I)'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113505523712336377</id><published>2005-12-19T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:07:17.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shorter Bush</title><summary type='text'>Here's what Bush has pretty much tallied up over the past week:"Iraq is good. Not as good as I promised, but good. Better, even, than before. It'll be awesome when we achieve victory. I'll let you know what victory is when I see it. We are always at war with the terrorists. Therefore, we must spy on our own citizens. It's legal because I say it's legal. During wartime, anything is legal. I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113505523712336377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113505523712336377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113505523712336377' title='Shorter Bush'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113408076219932943</id><published>2005-12-08T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:50:58.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The No-Opinion Zone</title><summary type='text'>Maureen Dowd recently released a book entitled "Are Men Necessary?" Dowd, a moderately-respected opinion columnist and sorta-silly gadfly, was looking into her, uhm, tortured soul and came up with the idea to make the case that because she's had some bad dates in her time, men probably aren't necessary.Obviously, to anyone who knows where babies come from, her book asks an unbelievably idiotic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113408076219932943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113408076219932943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113408076219932943' title='The No-Opinion Zone'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113389638570183554</id><published>2005-12-06T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T14:13:05.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the answer is...?</title><summary type='text'>What would Jesus do?Apparently, he would beat up someone who mocked Christian fundamentalism.Now I'm not a theology scholar -- oh oxymoron of oxymorons -- but I'm pretty sure it doesn't say in the Bible: "Lo, and go forth and and tailgate those who speak out against you, and when the opportunity comes, you must beat them with your fists and possibly a metal pipe."I don't understand why religion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113389638570183554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113389638570183554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113389638570183554' title='And the answer is...?'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113363921050323568</id><published>2005-12-03T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T14:46:50.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling a big-ass meeting</title><summary type='text'>We have our elected officials worrying about steroids in baseball, Donald Rumsfeld sitting at home thinking about what to call insurgents (instead of insurgents) and now, we have a whopper that Texas Congressman Joe Barton wants to talk about the BCSFor non-sports fans, the BCS stands for Bowl Championship Series, which is a series of computer programs and human-done polls that figure out who are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113363921050323568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113363921050323568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113363921050323568' title='Calling a big-ass meeting'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113320420636774455</id><published>2005-11-28T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:56:46.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't care, don't care</title><summary type='text'>I just don't care about immigration.Apparently, this puts me in the very small minority of people, because according to all the self-important news sources, immigration is a VERY BIG ISSUE in the next election (possibly several elections).I've never been able to reason why. Most of the people who are against immigration are the same people who vote for the politicians who are most likely to OK </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113320420636774455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113320420636774455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113320420636774455' title='Don&apos;t care, don&apos;t care'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113286012734117950</id><published>2005-11-24T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T14:22:45.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving, yo</title><summary type='text'>Gobble, gobble.Things to be thankful for:1. 1/21/092. Josh Beckett (welcome, welcome)3. My own personal Christmas ham (aka the blog mascot)4. Family, friends, acquaintances (too lazy to spell), co-workers, detrius, hangers-on, posse members, blog readers, street performers and of course, stray ferrets5. Boston (city, band, beans)6. Prussian Blue(Note to humor impaired: That's a JOKE. Funnier joke</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113286012734117950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113286012734117950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113286012734117950' title='Thanksgiving, yo'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113217039382980645</id><published>2005-11-16T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:48:54.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame the readers</title><summary type='text'>News story after news story crow about the end of the daily newspaper.Cutbacks at the Baltimore Sun? Early retirement for 130 employees at the St. Louis Post-Dispatch? Las Vegas losing papers? Every news item is delivered with either humbly-concealed glee (from TV newscasters) a tone reserved for obituaries (newspapers) or 88-point shrieks of delight (the Internet). To be sure, newspapers have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113217039382980645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113217039382980645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113217039382980645' title='Blame the readers'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113143221334901533</id><published>2005-11-08T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T01:43:33.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of days</title><summary type='text'>Today is Election Day.There's always a lot of static about voting that tends to crop up 'bout these times. Last year it got a little crazy, what with P-Diddy threatening random New Yorkers with his .44 if they didn't vote. Vote or die indeed, bitch.It's a great idea that always angers me. Pushing people who don't want to vote is only going to anger them. I don't know why, but it's human nature to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113143221334901533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113143221334901533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113143221334901533' title='Day of days'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113105188053167774</id><published>2005-11-03T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T16:04:40.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At the start</title><summary type='text'>Michelle Malkin is one of my favorite writers.First, she's a wacko conservative who claims she has no bias. Then, as a Phillipino-American, she claimed her in last book that interning Japanese-Americans during World War II was a good plan.Sadly, she based her book on something that was a historical forgery. And one that was easily found to be such, too.Now, despite the stake holes stabbed near </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113105188053167774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113105188053167774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113105188053167774' title='At the start'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113060951912503204</id><published>2005-10-29T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T14:11:59.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back by popular demand</title><summary type='text'>Na-na-na-naNa-na-na-naHey hey hey...Why'd Dick Cheney break your ankle?(ok, ok)GOOD-BYE!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113060951912503204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113060951912503204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113060951912503204' title='Back by popular demand'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113045820797204503</id><published>2005-10-27T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T20:10:55.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing along with the song</title><summary type='text'>Na-na-na-naNa-na-na-naHey hey hey...GOODBYE!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113045820797204503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113045820797204503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113045820797204503' title='Singing along with the song'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-113039080695560201</id><published>2005-10-27T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T01:26:47.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers racket</title><summary type='text'>As expected, we finally topped 2,000 deaths of U.S. soldiers in Iraq on Tuesday.I don't know why 2,000 is important, any more than it's got to be a little galling that 2,000 will somehow be remembered in a way that 1,451 won't be.My opinion, of course, is that 1 is a shame, and 2,000 is just icing on the cake. And we can't count Iraqi combatants/civilans; otherwise we'd have been having a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113039080695560201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/113039080695560201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113039080695560201' title='Numbers racket'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112984602750676633</id><published>2005-10-20T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T18:07:07.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Live and dying by the tablets</title><summary type='text'>Lots of people run different opinions on the Ten Commandments.Here's a few:"Over-rated" -- Lucifer"Yes! Big fan! Especially the one about abortion!" -- Doris Schenker, Macon, Ga."Good in some places, not in others. We're not gonna make a hard and fast rule here; our goal is to confound and confuse. We're cranky old bastards, after all" -- The Supreme CourtSo as you can see, there's a lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112984602750676633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112984602750676633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112984602750676633' title='Live and dying by the tablets'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112952839354660341</id><published>2005-10-17T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T01:53:13.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Further review</title><summary type='text'>Lots of blather lately over instant replay in baseball.As most people who follow know, the Angels got particularly hosed on a call in the second game of the ALCS. The pitcher struck out a batter for the last out of the inning, and the catcher made a nice pick to keep the ball off the dirt -- but the umpire said the ball hit the dirt and alertly, the batter took off to first base, eventually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112952839354660341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112952839354660341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112952839354660341' title='Further review'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112892621445004281</id><published>2005-10-10T01:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T02:36:54.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Columbus Day to me...</title><summary type='text'>There's no holiday more American than Columbus Day.Sure, sure, Christmas is a pretty good one, turning what's supposed to be a pious celebration into a month-long sprint of desperation, stress and ugly consumerism -- Ho Ho Ho to you too, Mr. Mall Shopper -- and Thanksgiving (gluttony) and Halloween (hyping fear to scare parents AND watching scary religious types act as though wearing a ghost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112892621445004281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112892621445004281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112892621445004281' title='Happy Columbus Day to me...'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112858194315210157</id><published>2005-10-06T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T02:59:03.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back story</title><summary type='text'>So the phone rang a couple of days ago.My girlfriend picked it up, said "Hello," and then had a weird look cross her face. She blinked a few times, and gingerly handed the phone over to me. "It's, uh, for you. I think.""Hello?" I said."Howdy!" came back a rough West-Texas-ish voice from across the line. I paused for a second and said slowly, "Um, Mister President?""Yeah, that's right," he said in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112858194315210157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112858194315210157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112858194315210157' title='Back story'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112803440478822201</id><published>2005-09-29T18:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T18:53:24.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up 9/11</title><summary type='text'>Everything was supposed to change after 9/11.We were going to be more serious in this country. We were going to shun frivolous news about Britney Spears (and her presumably new nicotine-addicted baby) and get back to basics, try to do a little learning about the world, and maybe, just maybe, be a little less insulated.But did it happen?Like most 'major' life-changes, what most people felt after 9</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112803440478822201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112803440478822201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112803440478822201' title='Growing up 9/11'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112770620612586850</id><published>2005-09-25T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:43:26.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>news-like substances</title><summary type='text'>Lessee.At least 100,000 show up for a massive anti-war protest in the Capitol on Saturday.Unlike a few years ago, when Bush was untouchable and Iraq's conflict was more popular than World War II, this one was covered by the media. Fairly widely, even -- the wire held pieces from AP, the WaPo, the Times, etc etc so forth, so on and into infinity.And today?From AP:WASHINGTON -- Support for U.S. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112770620612586850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112770620612586850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112770620612586850' title='news-like substances'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112715513992454309</id><published>2005-09-19T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T14:38:59.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, that's annoying...</title><summary type='text'>Lookie, the thought police have invaded my blog!Check out the upper-right corner. It used to just be the button that allowed you to skip to another blog. But now, Blogger has given us the right to "Flag" a blog for objectional content.Hey, y'know, I'm all for dropping those blogs that are set up as advertisements just so Google will find them in a search. But content issues? That's ridiculous. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112715513992454309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112715513992454309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112715513992454309' title='Hey, that&apos;s annoying...'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112685328059551365</id><published>2005-09-16T02:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T02:48:00.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignored, unloved, on a drinking binge...</title><summary type='text'>... is basically where my blog has gone for the past month.But fear not, all 0 readers; I'm back, and I've been buuuuuuuusy.For now, just a quick thought on Bush's speech tonight:Does wearing a work shirt indicate to anyone that Bush has actually been working? I wear a Red Sox uniform; this should not make people look at me and think "Hot damn, that kid should be at Fenway right now." Most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112685328059551365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112685328059551365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112685328059551365' title='Ignored, unloved, on a drinking binge...'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112555691430844298</id><published>2005-09-01T02:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T02:41:54.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As the levee broke</title><summary type='text'>Since Katrina is going to be the big story for a while, I feel compelled to write about it. Not like Jacko, where the Blog-people had to come physically make me, but in general, I don't have a lot to say, other than the very basic: It's a shame.The aftermath, though, reminds me what I love and hate about America. There's a million ways to help, and a lot of people willing to do some helping. Big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112555691430844298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112555691430844298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112555691430844298' title='As the levee broke'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112492944756271081</id><published>2005-08-24T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T20:24:07.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mister Unpopularity</title><summary type='text'>Less than two years ago, it was a hilarity to think of any Democrat topping our, ahem, war-time Dear Leader. His approval ratings were high 60s, and the media covered him as though his approval ratings were mid-80s. He Walked Tall, Talked Tough, and Ate Plenty of Fiber.But a year ago, he had fallen. He hovered at 50 percent approval. He faced a tenacious John Kerry, who was libeled, slandered, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112492944756271081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112492944756271081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112492944756271081' title='Mister Unpopularity'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112424104930975811</id><published>2005-08-16T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:10:49.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pine for a posey, a daisy, a flower</title><summary type='text'>Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?Even more rarely asked is the question: Why the #&amp;#$%^* hell is Dr. Phil popular?I love Dr. Phil, not because of his homespun witticisms (I have heeded his cry to confront my paper tiger, and whatnot) but because he provides such a perfect window into the American soul. Basically, if you've ever studied or listened to Dr. Phil... I feel sorry</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112424104930975811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112424104930975811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112424104930975811' title='Pine for a posey, a daisy, a flower'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112333901226938248</id><published>2005-08-06T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T10:36:52.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One kidney later...</title><summary type='text'>Upside, I'm going to see the Rolling Stones.Downside, I had to sell a kidney to get there.I guess this means I can't drink at the show.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112333901226938248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112333901226938248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112333901226938248' title='One kidney later...'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112309191854009204</id><published>2005-08-03T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T14:02:56.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Expectations</title><summary type='text'>I work with a woman who hates everyone.She saves particular venom for two types of people, though. One are sex offenders -- hoo boy does she hate (and by extension, fear) sex offenders -- anpoliticiansns.It would be a lot easier to understand if, say, she was spouting some sort of orthodoxy. She adores the troops, hates the war, hates Bush, hates Pataki, hates Democrats, hates Republicans and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112309191854009204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112309191854009204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112309191854009204' title='Great Expectations'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112268616126626081</id><published>2005-07-29T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T21:16:01.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense and Sensibility</title><summary type='text'>Been a rare good day for rational thought today.Firstly, Bill "Dammit Jim, I'm a Doctor" Frist has cleaved off from Dear Leader over stem cells, citing his medical background. Despite the fact that he should have lost his medical license when he looked at 45 minutes of video and declared Terri Schiavo "not brain-dead" and "obviously able to process visual stimulae," Frist apparently knows </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112268616126626081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112268616126626081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112268616126626081' title='Nonsense and Sensibility'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112245004265320741</id><published>2005-07-27T02:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T03:40:42.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking in, checking out</title><summary type='text'>Big news from the AP, just moments before deadline tonight.Leakity-leak from certain well-placed sources say George Pataki isn't going to run for re-election in '06, apparently to focus on his well-meaning but completely useless run for the Presidency. Good wishes, of course. Takes a certain... ah, how do I say it... utter disregard for how unpopular you really are as a human being to make a run </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112245004265320741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112245004265320741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112245004265320741' title='Checking in, checking out'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112231742308366394</id><published>2005-07-25T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T14:50:23.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dees-appointing</title><summary type='text'>I love the feeling of picking up a new CD. Over the year's I've perfected a method to free the music from it's maddening packaging: Use your nail to tear the plastic along the side the case opens. Rip off the plastic in 2 pieces. Open the case, thus splitting the top sticker in half. The pieces of the sticker then easily pull off. I can do this, no lie, in about 5 seconds.I like musik.But, in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112231742308366394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112231742308366394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112231742308366394' title='Dees-appointing'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112162600769245819</id><published>2005-07-17T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T14:46:47.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Bookshelf...</title><summary type='text'>So, I finished Harry Potter No. 6 last night.And, uh... wow.I've read several reviews of the new book, and pretty much everyone is tripping over themselves to sing high praises. The New York Times reviewer even compared its scope and power to the Lord of the Rings — and for a book about wizards, I doubt there's a better comparison. But it's wrong, in a way. The better comparison for the series is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112162600769245819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112162600769245819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112162600769245819' title='Sgt. Pepper&apos;s Lonely Bookshelf...'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112115599175937075</id><published>2005-07-12T03:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T04:13:11.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Windmills</title><summary type='text'>Okay.Y'all just calm down a little bit.Look, WE know Karl Rove outed Valerie Plame. We know full well Lil Scotty McClellan has been lying about this since day one. Yes, I'm well aware Bush proudly declared he'd fire the leaker. Oh, I'm totally on top of the fact that Rove could very easily have gotten Miss Plame killed. Yep, I know it's illegal. Sure enough, I know he's a criminal.But what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112115599175937075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112115599175937075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112115599175937075' title='Windmills'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112080122172459169</id><published>2005-07-08T00:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T01:40:21.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>World gone wild</title><summary type='text'>37 dead, hundreds wounded.It's human nature to look at the events of Iraq and just become numb to the overwhelming violence and daily deaths that happen there. I don't know why that's our nature; I really wish we were programmed a little differently. But change the scene a little bit and it's big news. Today it was London. Last year it was Madrid. Every day, it seems it's Iraq. Which one of these</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112080122172459169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112080122172459169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112080122172459169' title='World gone wild'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112045966032441547</id><published>2005-07-04T02:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T02:47:40.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better get on your knees and pray...</title><summary type='text'>Hilarity.It's all I can think of as I watch the ants scurrying in the wake of the Sandra Day O'Connor resignation. (For short, we'll be referring to her as Sunny D for the rest of the blog entry.)You have the Republicans screaming their heads off that they need a new judge by tomorrow at 5 p.m. or else the very world, the LAND OF THE FREE WILL BE THREATENED AND PROBABLY DESTROYED IF YOU DO NOT </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112045966032441547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112045966032441547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112045966032441547' title='Better get on your knees and pray...'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-112011229855242853</id><published>2005-06-30T01:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T02:18:18.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't it funny...</title><summary type='text'>Fired up the ole Launchcast, and "Night Moves" came on... and suddenly, I was consumed with the urge to blog. I don't know why. I don't know how. But I can assure you, I don't care for this turn of events...(It was followed by a ripping 'Birds of a Feather' from a show I actually attended, so I guess Launch is forgiven.)So, last night, as I suspect y'all noticed, our Shy Leader spoke in public. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112011229855242853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/112011229855242853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112011229855242853' title='Ain&apos;t it funny...'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-111959747481728330</id><published>2005-06-24T02:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T03:17:54.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myself and I(deas)</title><summary type='text'>I was asked recently by a pretty good female friend of mine if I had a blog. I replied that yes, in fact, I did, and I suppose she's been reading my outbursts lately because she asked me another question a few days ago that's been sort of gnawing at me."Why," she asked, "do you write so little about your personal life? I know this isn't livejournal or anything, but I feel like I'm reading the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111959747481728330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111959747481728330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111959747481728330' title='Me, Myself and I(deas)'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-111907382265442095</id><published>2005-06-18T01:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T01:50:22.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis only a flesh wound... ?</title><summary type='text'>Ah, yeah, sorry about that last post. As it turned out, to collect REAL right-wing money I would have had to fit one of the following profiles:-- closeted gay man advocating holocaust against gays (Ken Mehlman, Rev. Fred Phelps, Swift's favorite, Andrew "wOOt" Sullivan)-- ridiculous bow tie (Tucker "Mr. Liberal" Carlson)-- screamer able to project voice loud enough to blot out sense, logic and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111907382265442095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111907382265442095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111907382265442095' title='Tis only a flesh wound... ?'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-111886908241654763</id><published>2005-06-15T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T17:01:00.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Profit Margin</title><summary type='text'>As I get older and wiser, I've come to realize that my silly idealism (and make no mistake, in America, ALL idealism is silly) is holding me back from my patriotic duty as an American citizen: The duty to profit by any means necessary. Although profit without inconveniencing anyone is okay, I don't want to take that particular limp-wristed path. No sir, I want to do my red, white and blue duty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111886908241654763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111886908241654763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111886908241654763' title='The Profit Margin'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-111873150518890707</id><published>2005-06-14T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T02:45:05.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to write this</title><summary type='text'>I have no desire whatsoev-AH to write about the Jacko trial, other than to say that I nearly got to put into today's paper the headline "Thriller! Jackson innocent" which is, frankly, the sort of thing that would make the NY Post. Of course the Post would never have such a headline. That right-wing rag would never cheer an innocent verdict unless it was Dick Cheney on war crimes. Unfortunately, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111873150518890707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111873150518890707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111873150518890707' title='I don&apos;t want to write this'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-111851509986105470</id><published>2005-06-11T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T14:38:19.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck Normal</title><summary type='text'>One thing I'll never suffer any shortage of outrage over is the usage of the word "normal."As you can see above, from the post's title, I r-e-a-l-l-y hate the word normal. I genuinely dislike people who use it, and I get especially queasy when I see people trying to live by it.So I'll throw it down right here: there is no such thing as normal. Yes, Virginia, there IS no Santa Normal.What people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111851509986105470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111851509986105470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111851509986105470' title='Fuck Normal'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-111829847921740889</id><published>2005-06-09T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T02:27:59.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sufferin' Succotash</title><summary type='text'>I admit it.I suffer from a totally painful malady, one that appears to be completely incurable. It's known as "outrage fatigue."I'm not sure when it took me over. But I've got me a pretty bad case, so far as I can tell. I can barely summon the energy to change the radio station in my car when I hear tripe from Kelly Clarkson; I can barely scoff at the latest horrifying remake (I mean, seriously, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111829847921740889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111829847921740889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111829847921740889' title='Sufferin&apos; Succotash'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-111730493734991427</id><published>2005-05-28T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T14:34:41.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hall of Fame Game 2005</title><summary type='text'>Last Monday, my girlfriend and I took a trip to Cooperstown, NY for the 2005 Hall of Fame game featuring the evil Detroit Tigers (boo) and the heroic World Champion Boston Red Sox (this is still somewhat hard to believe).Anyhow, since writing on here hasn't been my strong suit lately, I figured I'd drop some pictures all in on the blizzog. (I apologize if this takes forever to load.)Before the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111730493734991427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111730493734991427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111730493734991427' title='Hall of Fame Game 2005'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-111591859380123970</id><published>2005-05-12T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T13:23:13.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a strange world</title><summary type='text'>It's an odd time when conservation is hated by conservatives and fiscal responsibility is preached by liberals.Sickness, anyone?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111591859380123970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111591859380123970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111591859380123970' title='It&apos;s a strange world'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-111476118778588783</id><published>2005-04-29T03:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T03:53:07.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>His balls, your face</title><summary type='text'>I'm very tired of being so constantly riled up about the political direction of our country where I end up being basically so sick of my fellow Americans, our preznit and the random moral decay brought out by those who act like they cherish the morals — while robbing the bank — that I end up getting into a pervasive funk. I could use a little good news once every blue moon or so.Which is why </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111476118778588783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111476118778588783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111476118778588783' title='His balls, your face'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-111311909228907868</id><published>2005-04-10T02:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T03:44:52.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Chill (part II)</title><summary type='text'>One day, one MTV worker turned to another and said those fateful words."Y'know, it would be interesting it we put strangers in a house and filmed it, wouldn't it?"And thus, the worst television idea since anything featuring Joan Collins was born: reality TV.The Real World was so groundbreaking, so fundamentally different, that it immediately found itself a cult following. Which is wonderful. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111311909228907868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111311909228907868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111311909228907868' title='The Big Chill (part II)'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-111289953407762733</id><published>2005-04-07T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T14:45:34.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Chill (part I)</title><summary type='text'>Watch TV and you're bound to see the ad for it. Yes, finally, someone has had to guts (stupidity, depending) to bring The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy to the big screen. I don't know, beside the studio, who is profiting from this. I do know that Douglas Adams died in the past year, and had been against a movie version. And, having read the book(s) with millions of other people, I know that as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111289953407762733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111289953407762733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111289953407762733' title='The Big Chill (part I)'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6171531.post-111182195396536226</id><published>2005-03-26T02:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T02:25:53.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How very easy it would be...</title><summary type='text'>One must wonder, did the Schiavo protestors march on Washington in March 2002, railing against the senseless loss of life that would unfold in Iraq over causes that -- amazingly -- have been proven not to exist just two years later?Have the children who are getting arrested trying to bring in food and water to a woman who cannot eat attempted to bring George W. Bush, who is trying to cut Medicaid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111182195396536226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6171531/posts/default/111182195396536226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysisofthemind.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111182195396536226' title='How very easy it would be...'/><author><name>T-Diddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16873154436047332428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
