WHAT A DAY . . .

It's simply beautiful outside ... and Shrub is making jokes about finding WMD's under the furniture in his office.

VERY F*CKING FUNNY, you jerk.

You are sending men and women to DIE in a WAR that should NEVER have even STARTED because you don't know WHAT the HELL you are DOING.

And now you're making jokes about it.

Get out of the Oval Office.
You are an insult to this country and the venerable institution known as the United States Presidency.

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COUNTRY ROADS . . .

NHF's PT is heading to the countryside, a/k/a Canada, this weekend for ... I don't really know for what. We're calling it a retreat, but PEK, who has planned the whole thing under the most secretive wrap ever, has revealed no details to us, other than "bring toiletries and here are the directions." It might be a spiritual retreat, it might be a practicing retreat, it might be a technical training retreat. Who the heck knows? We certainly don't.

As JA put it, we kind of feel like an all-Asian, Christian cast of "The Real World." "This is the story of 10 non-strangers, spending a night together in the wilds of upstate New York, blah blah blah."

As you might imagine, this not knowing anything is driving me quite nuts. I don't know nuthin'. I hate that!

My only solace: riding with Mrs. R's eggrolls and JKA's dark chocolate chip cookies in the car. Those should last me till Canada.