It’s Good News Week…
Good morning, Netizens...
It's
good news week,
Someone's dropped a bomb somewhere,
Contaminating atmosphere
And blackening the sky,
It's
good news week,
Someones found a way to give,
The rotting
dead a will to live,
Go on and never die.
Have you heard
the news?
What did it say?
Who's won that race?
What's
the weather like today?
(Original Lyrics by Hedgehoppers Anonymous in 1965)
Gaza medical officials say about 850 Palestinians have been killed in the Gaza Strip in the 16 days since Israel's military offensive began. Israeli sources have unofficially stated that they will continue the slaughter until there are no more Palestinians left to launch rockets in their direction. That or until someone bombs Iran, in which case all deals for humanity may be off, but perhaps not.
The Golden Globes awards will take off tonight at 5:00 PM Pacific Standard Time, covered by NBC and MS-NBC in sumptuous detail. I guess that beats watching the NFL Playoffs, depending upon which golden globes attracts one's interests, either prurient or otherwise. Do you have prurient interests? Nah, I didn't think so. If you've seen one set of Golden Globes, you've seen them all, haven't you?
Speaking in dire tones of the potential closure of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer, the Seattle Times has posted an article http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2008614615_pisale11.html that bears close scrutiny because it states, in part, “Don't count on bloggers or talk radio to fill the gap”, said former state Supreme Court Justice Phil Talmadge, another committee leader: “They mostly talk about what's in the newspapers.” I would hope the people in this Blog talk about everything including some things not in the paper.
It's 6:38 in the morning. What's the weather like today? I don't know. (Dave opens his window overlooking the Virtual Ballroom entrance) It's dark. It's still very dark outside. Since I cannot see the stars or moon, I think it is cloudy. That's about as good a weather forecast as you get from the talking heads on television who, it seems, never look at the skies anymore, especially on weekends.
Dave