Another Sunday Morning

Last week was interesting -- in a horrible sort of way -- but enough's enough, and I was congregated with my brother and sister congregants during the usual times yesterday morning. But now I've caught on to this miracle internet thing, and I can easily pick up a "Meet the Press" transcript whenever I want. Will wonders never cease?

Clearly, they haven't ceased yet. I find that Newtie "Divorce Them Cancer Wives" Gingrich said something that I can agree with. I must immediately say that he said it sarcastically, as a kind of reductio ad absurdam. I don't mind, though; the Newtster's absurdam is my veritas. The subject was deadlines for withdrawal from Mesopotamia ...

I mean, if, if, if we have to set a deadline, then let’s set it for next Tuesday. Let’s get out of there.

Of course, a whole ton of nonsense and villainy followed. But at least we got a tiny gem of unintended truth first. I mean, as I type this, it's already "next Tuesday" in Iraq. Come on, guys -- grab your toothbrushes and your small arms and let's get on that plane!