Joanie Vennochi catches up with The Chimes at Midnight...

Anyone out there read Joan Vennochi's column in the Globe today?
She sneers that Romney's current agenda, composed as it is of lower taxes, the death penalty, and fagbashing is naught but campaign piffle designed to maximize the Kolobian Viceroy's appeal to out of state voters.
Now correct me if I'm wrong here but didn't the Chimes at Midnight assert the same damn thing two week ago?
Didn't the "Little Blog that Cried" also assert that this triune platform would screamed from every rooftop in this fall's legislative races?
OY!
I suppose I should be worried about this, it means the big time columnistas are running only a fortnight behind me at best.
Up until now I thought I had a good six month lead on torpid yo-yos like Scot Lehigh and Brian Mooney.
Just have to ramp things up a notch.

In other news...

The Globe's gossip pages report that Luke Russert, Fat Tim's son is starting Boston College this fall.
I feel for the kid.
Clearly he didn't wanna go to Georgetown or Catholic University and commute from home.
Still if young Luke really wanted to give the old man the slip, he should've opted for Saint Anselm College in (romantic) Goffstown New Hampshire, yer boy Elias' semi alma mater.
Known as "Saint Ay's" to all it's hardy survivors the campus is cold, wretched, windswept and prone to persistent killing snow drifts until mid April.
The Benedictine Monks prowl around in long black cassocks muttering darkly the de-latinization of our youth and the decline in the relevance of the Saints.
In sum it's like Harry Potter's "Hogwarts" leavened with excessive drinking and sans the magic and joy.
As a practical matter it's a perfect place to ditch Dad and simply ski for four glorious years.
Well, young Luke had his chance...now every football season he'll be shoulder deep in ghastly BC alumnae all dressed like they are about to be shot out of a circus cannon.
Poor kid.