Author: BostonJoe

I returned from D.C. on the 24th all fired up to end the war.  I wrote about it.  And then I ruminated for a week or so, before our local anti-war group finally had their next meeting.  I’m still fairly charged about ending things in Iraq.  Somehow.  Through the collective power of the millions of us who want our government to stop the war.

But the actual mechanics of going to the anti-war group.  Well – to be honest – they bring me down a little.  I’ll tell you what I mean, if you join me, after the flip.

Watching the dim feeb’s press conference yesterday, he stated that the American mission in...

I’m bored.  Listening to Monday Night Football and contemplating the end of the Republic as we had known it.  (Man, I hope we can still post two diaries a day.  Because if we can’t, I may get kicked out of one of the only places I feel even close to sane anymore).

So, bored, and reading some of the crazy crap on dKos (another meta-diary about if it is cool to hate Bush or not) I got to thinking.  There was some speculation that the new diary was some kind of troll-based operation to make the site go nuts and argue with itself.

And that got me to thinking, maybe, just maybe, it is time for another life-experiment.  Something far less radical than quitting blogging for a month and a half to be misinformed by the New York Times, mind you.

[From the diaries by susanhu. Fascinating and troubling, Joe.] In addition to death and taxes, people growing up on the Saginaw Bay, have to face two other stark realities in life.  One is that the area’s economic life blood is tied to the success of General Motors.  The other is that, at some point in life, some time must be spent as a sport fisherman.

My stepfather is a master angler.  He pulls perch and walleye from the Saginaw Bay at an alarming rate.  But he has complained to me recently that the Bay is too crowded.  I found this odd, since the population of my hometown has decreased from about 60,000 in the 1960s to somewhere around 30,000 today, this loss being almost directly related to the decline in the automobile industry.

“It’s all the shop rats,” my stepfather told me, referring to G.M. retirees.  “They retire, get their boats and spend all their time on the Bay.”

I read a story in today’s New York Times that makes me think that some of those G.M. retirees might be fishing with a little more earnestness in the near future.

Dear Batshit Loopy Leader of the Free World, I want to apologize, sir.  I know you have come...