I Haz Assad

And yet I’m still fully prepared to bitch about having to walk nine blocks uptown in the cold to give a cat fluid therapy (it’s like dialysis, that’s not a fancy way of saying “a bath”). If I had any less perspective I’d be a cardboard cutout of myself.

Come to think of it, if I tried to give Sebastian a bath I’d end up like a Syrian rebel, but with more bleeding and less dignity.

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I’m trying to figure out what makes Assad teflon, unlike dear departed Moammar.  Oh right, close ties with Russia.  That, and rather a dearth of exploitable oil just waiting to be liberated. 

Snark aside, the Arab League needs to decide if it is more than just a bunch of hand wringers willing to dither away their chance at regional legitimacy.  Listening to a Homs resident being interviewed (by phone) on NPR yesterday was heart-breaking.

Not to trivialize this post, but its title wins the internetz for the day.

Eminently decent of you to pretend it’s not obvious I banged this out for the sole purpose of justifying the title, Mr. W.

My poor horse—he never gets a decent view of the landscape, what with the cart always in the way.

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