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Tuesday, March 18, 2003
Stats that Shape a Presidential Address Hours Saddam and his "kids" (thanks, Tom Brokaw) have to get out of Dodge . . . er, Iraq: 48 "Nu-cu-lar" count: 2 Number of kamikazes consumed: 2 (and they were really tasty) Okay, I don't want to dwell on this but---even through the haze of beady-eyed glares, rampant mispronunciations, lisped sloganeering, and vodka---two things are abundantly clear: --Bush was at half mast while talking about invading Iraq. --Somewhere in his contract, there is a stipulation that he has to be introduced as "Washington Bureau Chief and Moderator of Meet the Press Tim Russert." Man, I'm sick of that. See ya at lunch. Maybe. |