I woke up this morning and began to surf the news about the elections in Iraq. With a huge turnout and reletively low loss of life, I don't know how this can't be called a huge success. CNN is morosely reporting a 72% turnout. Fox is beside itself.
Despite the Left’s overheated rhetoric accusing
Bush of being a “despot,” a “tyrant,” a “dictator,” and so on, the real
dictator is even now incarcerated, held by the people he so viciously
wronged, and it’s directly due to Bush’s steadfastness and
determination and not at all to the resistance to taking any action
repeatedly and embarrassingly demonstrated by you on the Left. It’s a
cliche, but it’s true: freedom is not free, and its cost is not
measured in dollars but in blood. That blood has been shed by both
Americans and Iraqis in pursuit of a dream of liberty and
self-determination that you on the Left would deny them even now. You
are not serious in your protestations of concern for the Iraqi people.
You are dead wrong, and you do not deserve to be taken seriously.
I've been reading Cold Fury for around 3 years, so I don't know why I haven't linked to it yet.
Well, that's easily corrected. Into the Blogs list you go.
Tonight, I went over to Laura's to have dinner with her and her son William. And Mattie, the Hell Beast (Part dog, part dingo, Mattie is a four legged wave of total destruction...), of course.
I showed up with some belated presents for Laura. She was a dear over the holidays, taking care of our cats and just making sure that Domaine Mojo had not burned to the ground. She really took a load off of our shoulders during a tough time, and the least we could do was get her a good bottle of tequila. The Lady and I chose a bottle of Conquistidor Reposado and tossed in a copy of Interior Desecrations, by James Lileks.
After dinner, Laura showed me an interesting book from the early 70's. It was a buyer's guide to wine and liquor, and she turned it to the section on tequila and handed it to me. The entire section consisted of a page and a half. The bottom line seemed to be: All tequila is made from cactus and therefore it all tastes the same. Since it all tastes the same, why pay top dollar? Go for the cheapest tequila you can find. Like Pepe Lopez. As for drinking it straight? Hold on there, pal! Those Mexicans are used to it! If you're going to drink it straight, well, by golly, you better start of by sipping, because it really burns going down! But the Mexicans are used to it because of their affinity for spicy foods.
Uh huh. Right. Needless to say, this amused me to no end, and William captured the moment in pictures.
Interestingly enough, the section on vodka was similar, with Smirnoff being the preferred brand. The Russians drink it straight and cold for a because they like to get drunk quick. Ok. That may be true, but...
The Lady showed up a bit later after a farewell dinner for one of her bosses. By this point, William was introducing me to the joys Star Wars: Battlefront on his XBox. I will be a lost soul until I can get one of these devices and this game. I got to kill Ewoks by the score (ok, maybe a dozen...), and that was most fun! I felt like a complete neophyte, never having even held a game controller, let alone knowing what the hell to do with it. Eventually, I sort of caught on and managed, as an Imperial sniper, to actually be the last of my assault force standing by the time we were defeated. Did I mention I got to kill lots of Ewoks?
We all topped the evening off with a good shot of tequila. Excluding William, of course, who had root beer.