continuing the permanent war

So I was reading the latest comments by William Kristol on opposition in Congress to the escalation of hostilities in Iraq, and they sounded a bit familiar:

It’s so irresponsible that they can’t be quiet for six or nine months and say the president has made a decision, we’re not going to change that decision, we’re not going to cut off funds and insist on the troops coming back, so let’s give it a chance to work.

(Emphasis mine.)  I kept getting that tickle in the back of my brain, so I searched this very same blog for the phrase “six months” and found something eerily familiar:

Six months.  Just let this play out.

Date written?  May 2006, about “six to nine months” ago.  (Follow that link for a similar chain of six-month timelines, stretching back to 2003.)  How many more six-to-nine-month extensions are we going to be asked for?  How many thousand-death promissory notes?

Poor Taste, Indeed

This is a very good article, titled Poor Taste, on Grist debunking a recent anti-sustainable, anti-organic and anti-local food rant in The Economist that even invokes one of the chief architects of the ill-fated Green Revolution.

I mean, point well taken that creating a truly environmentally conscious and sustainable food system is NOT just limited to what you put in your grocery cart, but that is no reason to throw the baby out with the bathwater . . . Heck, in this case, they are throwing out the entire bathtub.

Script Frenzy

I can tell you with some certainty that I’m going to write a screenplay in a month this summer.   A novel was fun to write — and yes, you’ll see a draft of it — but a screenplay?  Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about.  I’ve had scripts running around in my head for years and years, so I can’t possibly pass up a chance to let one of them out.  One crazy time-travel romantic comedy, comin’ up!