Unearthing a life.....

Life is lived between the poles of comedy and tragedy. I live my life within an arm's length of comedy. President Bush appears to be living his within a foreshortened inch of tragedy. And he is accompanied on stage by a Greek chorus of similar countenance. Faces painted in surly tones, faces daubed with glowering hues, faces awash with impatience and umbrage taken. Faces of the fear-mongers who have not hit an accurate lick in the past six years and get all haughty on us and outraged if we dare to breathe a word about the Emperor's clothes.

Well, a pox on their houses, their ilk and their kin. They are not fun.

Bill was fun. Bill is still fun. I can imagine Bill being fun in the future.

George was never fun. He has the pinched look of an Ebenezer Scrooge caught out of costume. An unrepentant Scrooge who may well give us all a Christmas goose if we don't do a better job of protecting our rears.

But that's all very weary pablum and a weak grind for my word mill .... I who live an arm's length from comedy. And that's not a straight arm's length ... more of a severely bent elbow arm's length. Up close and personal with Capt. Chuckle.

Allie arrived this morning with the announcement that he was, in fact, a Slime Monster and that he did not (yet) have very good control over the slime. He also demonstrated a pair of moves .... arms crossed on the chest and a small Oriental-type bow .... which would, he warned, if delivered by me, push him over the edge and result in a great sliming of everything in sight.

So why does Allie's 'universal sliming' come out as comedy .... and when Gearge Bush does it, it comes out as tragedy? Two major reasons. When Allie does it, it is imaginary .... when George does it, people die. Lots of people. Secondly, Allie is cute and has an 'open' face. George is manic and sports a 'closed' visage.

And this completes and fulfills any and all obligations to blog for today.

Watch yourself out there and keep your seatbelt buckled.