The Year in Review...

Or what I Learned on the Blogosphere.

Chiefly nothing, The Chimes at Midnight is notable for it's churlish consistency.
Along the way though, we discovered that Lawrence Novak has mysteriously disappeared into the bowels of the Commonwealth's legal system, taking the secret of his gold with him.
Mitt bailed on us and wants to elect what amounts to a slightly shopworn Troll Doll in serve in his stead.
Jeff Jacoby, Joan Vennochi and Scot Lehigh all wrote stupid and laughable columns.
Brian McGrory managed to do likewise as well, but mostly he spent the year experimenting with a new text based form of anesthesia.
We watched as New Orleans was destroyed while the President played his guitar and Condi Rice went shoe shopping.
Harriet Miers flared and died, the value of being a toady unto La Famiglia Arbusto having been suddenly devalued.
Our boys and girl kept getting blown up for no good reason in Iraq.
Scooter Libby got indicted...the Veep's entirely unconstitutional domination of foreign policy was exposed for all to see.
It was not in any sense of the word, a good year....unless wallowing in schaedenfreude is your thing.
And that gets old quickly.

And we lost...
Rosa Parks
Arthur Miller
Max Schmeling
Shirley Chisholm
Eugene McCarthy
Will Eisner
Ossie Davis
Sandra Dee
Hunter S. Thompson
Anne Bancroft
George F. Kennan
Simon Wiesenthal
Richar Pryor
Pope John Paul II
James "Sunny Jim" Callaghan
Edward Heath
Robert Wise
Don Adams
Bob Denver
Terri Schiavo

Rest in Peace all of you, the rest of us are in it up to our armpits