It’s like the blogosphere’s only capable of one configuration: “lament.”

Good morning. C-SPAN 2 coverage begins at 6:45. 

Your squeals of too-late remorse are like sweet nectar to Harry Read. He welcomes your hatred.

And good morning to all the little health-care S-Chipmonks and Chipmonkettes!

Must brew coffee. Thanks for the info, Strange; I’m streaming C-Span, and I wondered how Jane Napolitano could look so well-groomed and perky at this hour.

And why Homeland Security would be so rash as to tip its involvement in this Government Grasping of the short hairs of citizens before we’d actually gotten a firm hold.

Go ahead and scream, Polly. No one can hear you.

In point of fact, Mama-san is recumbent on the Polly chesterfield, duking it out with assorted unwise night-terrors who generally flee the battle in disarray.

So it will be internal screaming, as per usual. If only the Grover Norquist Chowder and Marching Society weren’t working against us! I fear the mighty power of the Hamsherquist!

“Hamsherquisling” was a temptation, but no, I thought, too easy.

And so it begins, as do all evil things, with a prayer.

Let’s see if Jane’s amazing blogo-powers were able to shame Bernie Sanders into voting “Nay.”

After she and her mighty allies manage to wipe Bernie and Harkin and Franken off the Senate roll, Single Payer will be just a heartbeat away!

Robert Byrd:

This is for my friend, Ted Kennedy! Aye!

Sorry, BostonBoomer!

Interesting pause while Bernie Sanders considers the fearsome enemies he has made, and throws away his political future as he betrays the nation with his healthcare clinics and all!

I thought he yelled, “I’m not dead yet!”

Did Harry Reid fart?

Bernie Sanders keeps the bribe money, the car and the Hawaiian Holiday Getaway Package, and returns to play another round of “What’s My Payday” on Monday!

I don’t know, I missed whatever was said, but quick! To the Twitter feeds!

Great Googly-Moogly, he voted “No!”

They say a Freudian slip is a revealing undergarment…..

Somehow, I was also switched from the sound for C-span to the sound for CNN, which is why I thought either Martha Stewart was a Senator, or the HR bill had a section on flower-arranging.

And a great cry went up in PB 2.0, which unfortunately blended into the constant great cry from PB 2.0, and it was monotonous in nature, and was mightily like tinnitus in both frequency and annoyance.

Actually, I think Atlas yawned.

This is GREAT NEWS.

John McCain. When life gives him lemons, he makes sour sucking noises.

I’m confused. John McCain is fighting sausages now?

It’s the overarching theme of his life. According to Taibbi’s Rolling Stone profile, McQueeq has been struggling to control the “Little Lieutenant Commander” in his pants ever since it learned to stand at attention.

I’m detecting a certain degree of lack of focus in the grouchy old fart’s Twatting this morning:

#  If you are up early in Phoenix, turn on KFYI or KTAR to hear my reaction on the passing of the Dem’s health care bill.
about 1 hour ago   from txt

# Coyotes win again - this team is worth going out to see and deserve Arizona’s support.
about 1 hour ago from txt

I’m also vaguely musing on what a sweet sausage would contain.

FIGHT THE SAUSAGE, JOHN! CHOKE IT OFF AT THE ROOT!

Heh. Reminds me of that episode of American Dad where Stan gets addicted to masturbation.