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The real deal on the tax cut. I think I must live in a hole in the ground, because I had heard nothing of this until last night. And I’m conflicted… I think it’s bad policy, but I certainly could use an unexpected $600 rebate.

And while we’re speaking of matters of great import - how about that death penalty? All the fuss over McVeigh made this a topic of conversation around the house this morning. Personally, I am not in favor of the death penalty. I don’t think it works as a deterrent, and I do not see the benefits to society. However, I do see it as destructive to a certain extent of our position as a world leader and a “progressive” and “humanitarian” country. Besides, I would think that the last thing that we as a country, or our judicial system, or even the families of the victims and the survivors themselves would want is to give this man what he wants - a quick death which he views will allow him to become a martyr for his cause. I told MR this morning that karma will take care of him if he were to remain in the prison system…the same way it did Dahmer.

I admit that’s a pretty sick concept - to leave him in jail until someone else kills him, but that isn’t really my point, its just a likely scenario.

Hhhhmmmm, where did all that come from? In other news today, its time to head south after work, to the Loveliest Village on the Plains. We’ll see you all on Monday, and I’m sure Max will have pictures.

OK. Just so I’m keeping you totally up to date with the WW - I didn’t skip, we had a week off. I did, however, miss this Monday’s weigh in, so MR and I went this morning instead. Happily, we were recognized from previous WW-lives by the girl taking the money, and she didn’t charge us for missing a week (the deal is, you have to pay for every week, even if you don’t make it to a meeting…keeps folks from not going when they don’t think they’ve lost weight) so that was very nice. Like you care. Here are this week’s results:

Weigh In: 219 lbs., -2.2 lbs.

So, its tougher going this time around, but at least I’m losing weight, right? That is, until this weekend… MR and I travel back to Auburn for fun with old friends. Which, of course, always involves unhealthy habits. Isn’t that part of the fun?

And now, would the real slim shady please stand up and pay this fine? Thank God we have the FCC to keep us all decent and moral.

“The edited version of the song contains unmistakable offensive sexual references. In this regard, portions of the lyrics contain sexual references in conjunction with sexual expletives that appear intended to pander and shock,” the FCC said.

Hello, censorship, how’ve you been? Now, the radio station did violate the FCC’s Safe Harbor rule, but I thought that had kinda gone out anyway… I mean, you can say all kinds of things on the radio now even some of George Carlin’s Seven Deadly words.

When I was a DJ in college we had to memorize them… in order to avoid them, of course. We recited them as a chant:

shitpisscuntfuckmotherfuckerassandIcouldneverrememberthelastone…

Oh well, so much for all that…but seriously, I’m bothered that the FCC would levy this fine at all, and that they waited this long to do it. How old is that song?

Today is the anniversary of D-Day. My wife’s grandfather was a paratrooper in the 82nd airborne (or the 101st, I can never remember which - and my grandfather served in both) and he was a pathfinder - one of a group of volunteers who jumped into Normandy days before the Allies landed and set the beach markers for our troops. He went in at night, landed alone, was stuck in a tree, and after taking care of his work, hid from the enemy until the Allies caught up with him.

For whatever reason, yesterday at lunch one of the women I work with saw my driver’s license and noticed that I am an organ donor. She freaked.

Apparently, some people believe that if the doctors in an emergency room find out that you are an organ donor, they will not work on you in order to harvest your organs for someone else.

Really, she said this. And others at the table backed her up. I told her she was nuts, watched too much [junk] television, and was absolutely wrong. I even offered to have some doctor friends of mine call her to reassure her. But I guess that would just play into the whole conspiracy theory she’s working with.

Today I need to ask her if she believes that we really landed on the moon.

Just because I can’t let it go: Cheerleader Link Revisited. Really, give it up - you didn’t make the squad. Get over it, life is full of disappointment. And, if daddy thinks you’re embarrassed now, just wait until school starts back.