Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Barely a Ghost of a Chance

When the Senate Foreign Relations Committee cancelled its afternoon meeting today, it ensured that at least one piece of big business won't get accomplished. Ever.

John Bolton will mostly likely never be confirmed as the United States Ambassador to the United Nations. This means that he has the option of continuing to serve without portfolio -- and without a paycheck -- or to serve as "acting Ambassador" at a substantial pay cut. Though it appeared at the time that President Bush's attempt to skirt the confirmation process by appointing Bolton between sessions of Congress had beaten Bolton foes, it seems like a case of "Who's laughing now?" Perhaps Bolton's overwhelming sense of duty and honor and his dedication to his president will encourage him to work gratis or take the reduced salary and stay on purely for the reward of having served his country well.

Then again, perhaps not.

In any case, this is the first time since the UN's formation in 1942 that the United States will send no confirmed diplomatic representative.

These are strange and interesting times we live in. Strange and interesting times.


Friday, September 22, 2006


It's ten to midnight, I'm up writing a paper, and Turner Classic Movies is on in the background, and suddenly it hits me like a bolt of lightening. Something that has always haunted me, and yet never fully invaded my conscious mind. A realization that totally puts all of Life and its mysteries fully into perspective and lends clarity to all of the deeper questions that hover just beyond the bounds of obscurity. It's something so huge, so brilliant, yet so utterly simple, that it clamors to be shared.

Ingmar Bergman was one pompous, boring, somnambulant mo-fo.