EVERYONE'S A MARTYR . . .

Interesting -- or rather, "INteresting" -- article in today's New York Times about the no-longer angst-ridden Boston fans.

They who can no longer whine and bitch and complain about being the underdog team with no World Series championship in eighty-six years. Wah, wah, wah, moan, moan, moan. What is wrong with them? Now they're complaining about not having anything to complain about?! Oh, kiss my Yankee ass.

But here's a bone I'll throw to you misguided Bostonians: I have full and utter confidence that you will have to wait another eighty-six years for any sort of baseball satisfaction. So there. Now go and complain in peace. Jeez.

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HI POT, I'M KETTLE . . .

Another tidbit from today's New York Times, this time discussing the lose-lose situation Europe faces in the upcoming American presidential elections.

If Shrub wins, he still won't have Europe on his side (and Europe can forever scoff at our collective stupidity in voting him back into office).

If Kerry wins, he will ask Europe to be on his side, and Europe will still say no, and America will still hate Europe and refuse to eat French fries in the Congressional dining hall. And Europe can still scoff at our collective stupidity for it knows that French fries are actually of Belgian origin.

And we will still be stuck in Iraq because ain't no way we're getting out any time soon.

Sigh.

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