huh?

I'm kind of hoping the folks at the Alibi aren't actually so dopey they can't process a little sarcasm. Maybe it was a slow week for finding asshats.
In other news, I'm a little worn out with the hagiography of Pete Domenici. I mean, yes, he got lots of money for the state. And yet, New Mexico remains, for the most part, very, very poor. He was completely unaccessible to the media (well, to the media he didn't like, ahem). And he was the main proponent for nuclear weapons work in this state, which, last time I checked, isn't something everyone supports.
If the Dems can't get someone good to win that seat, if they put up Patsy again to lose to Heather, I will throw up my hands. What is wrong with the Democratic Party? Right now, they've got the whole country behind them, and yet they can't do anything. I mean, does anyone believe this crap? And will there be any repercussions for what is going on?
Last night, my old friend Tony Lagouranis spoke at CSF about his time as an army interrogator in Iraq where he did, indeed, torture people. Not as bad as some, but, you know, enough. It was a great turnout, lots of good questions, Tony did really well. And it was an interesting discourse, but after finishing his book, I felt really sad and sickened that anyone, particularly someone I know and care about, was put into such a position. Which isn't to say that Tony doesn't bear personal responsibility—which he's taken in spades—but I think he's right, that it would be the rare person who would have refused to do what he did.
Why Tony spoke at CSF, rather than our alma mater, St. John's, is a topic for a rant another day. Actually, as soon as I'm feeling better, I plan to write old SJC a little angry alumna note.
But for now, I will blow my nose, and return to my facebook scrabble game, where my exhusband and his girlfriend are kicking my ass.