In between this, that and the other thing, I’ve been whittling away on a long, whiny post about Ohio’s Issue 1. Then I reread it, thought time to let this go, and spiked it.
Because this, that and the other thing is occupying me at the moment, how’s about a nice fresh bouquet of linkage, along with a short anecdote:
Today was one of those days when working in a newsroom is really fun. At one point in late morning, we were tearing up the front page for three breaking stories. One was pretty well under control, but two weren’t — escaped wildebeests from the zoo (no kidding) and a hostage situation in which the hostage-taker said he was holding a 15-year-old girl with a shotgun wired to her neck.
Mercifully, the hostage-taker turned out to be delusional and his hostage, imaginary. But the wildebeests were the real deal.
(President Bush) was asked by Bob Schieffer whether he thought “homosexuality is a choice.” This is what Bush said: “You know, Bob, I don’t know. I just don’t know.”
In the best of all possible worlds, Schieffer would have asked, “Why not? How could you not know? Don’t you know any gay people, Mr. President? Have you ever asked them? Don’t you know any parents of gay children and have you asked them about their kids and when they knew, sometimes at a very young age, that their son or daughter was homosexual? In all those private lunches with Cheney, all the time you two have spent together, didn’t you once have the intellectual curiosity to ask your vice president about his daughter?” After all, Bush was making policy in this area — trying to bar gays from ever marrying in these United States.
Richard Cohen states the obvious in his column today: George Bush is a great big pander bear.
Elsewhere in the WashPost, Hank on Mary — not literally, of course.
Proving a sense of humor runs in the family, Rob Hiaasen on Bill O’Reilly. (Rob’s Carl’s brother.)
Snippet: He wrote: “Here’s another smart thing to consider. Whatever you do, don’t give the details to your friends. That is a betrayal of trust. I don’t care if it was the best sex in your life.”
She wrote: O’Reilly in 2003 regaled her and her friend over dinner “with stories concerning the loss of his virginity to a girl in a car at JFK, two ‘really wild’ Scandinavian airline stewardesses … and a ‘girl’ at a sex show in Thailand who had shown him things in the backroom that ‘blew his mind.'”