Wednesday, October 08, 2003

Some interesting stuff for Plame-watchers out there:

Leak Hits Front Page of Time Like An Open Hydrant

"Her career as an undercover operative is over," says former CIA officer Jim Marcinkowski, now a prosecutor in Royal Oak, Mich. He was a classmate of Plame's during the year rookie spies spend at the Farm, the Camp Peary, Va., school where CIA recruits learn how to read code and sneak through checkpoints and memorize secret documents. At the Farm, Plame stood out, he recalls, for being the best shot with an AK-47 in the entire class. "She will no longer be safe traveling overseas," he says. "I liken that to the knee-capping of an athlete."

Ladies, the idea that a woman can loose her job because the President's men don't like what her husband has to say makes me really, really, angry.

Arnold can have Cali-fornia (as he calls it), let them deal with his petty Californications: The important news this week is on the cover of Time. We're talking about a felony that started in Executive Branch.

Makes you wish Rove had just pinched someone's tushy, don't it?

Where was this day-trip guide to New York when I still lived there?

My friend Shoshana has discovered the secret of the California elections. She writes,

"If I were Davis, I would have jumped up and cheered when the election results came in and started shouting, "I'm free, I'm free!" then gone off snickering about how adeptly you tricked that poor dumb foreign strongman into actually volunteering to take over your thankless hopeless job..."

Davis conceded before more than 20% of the vote was counted. Idiocy. Can't anyone learn from 2000?

Martin Sheen told me to vote today. He left a message on my answering machine. He told me to vote no on the recall, yes on Bustamante, and no on Proposition 54 (which would forbid CA government agencies to collect data on race - and while stopping affirmative action, would also prevent University of California researchers from studying race-based socioeconomic issues or medical issues). Oddly enough, I had already voted on these issues, exactly as President Bartlet told me to.

The ballot is unbelievably poorly designed. When I stepped up to the touch-screen machine, after voting my recall no, a screen of candidates for the replacement governor popped up. The first screen showed only candidates with names beginning with R, W and Q. I didn't find Bustamante until the third screen of eight. After I checked his name, I had to flip through the remaining five screens before the propositions appeared.

I found the ballot confusing, and I'm a native English speaker with a college degree. What of the lower classes?

Edited to add some thoughts from Paul, who found an apropos quote regarding people who run for office:

The major problem - one of the major problems, for there are several - one of the many major problems with governing people is that of whom you get to do it; or rather of who manages to get people to let them do it to them. To summarize: it is a well-known fact that those people who most want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it. To summarize the summary: anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job. To summarize the summary of the summary: people are a problem."

-Douglas Adams, in Chapter 28 of The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

Tuesday, October 07, 2003

Jason Isaacs Alert

I know I know, its just not the same without hair extensions, but he's doing an independent film, and those never have a budget big enough to include fun long hair. He actually gets the romantic lead in this flick, which is quite a change from the regular wicked-supporting characters he plays. Well, he plays a dastard gambler in this one, but still, no hair-flinging glares.