Jack and Jill Politics says the latest Kerry Healy ad attacking Deval Patrick is racist. I’m not 100% sure, but it’s definitely sleazy.
What really bugs me, of course, is the vague grammar of the final line: “Lawyers have a right to defend admitted cop-killers, but do we really want one as our governor?”
Is Kerry Healy’s campaign trying to imply that Deval is a cop-killer, or a lawyer? And which is worse in the eyes of the public?
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This weekend, we rode out to Stow and put the motorcycles in our friends’ garage for the winter. We probably could have kept them in town another couple weeks, but we had a ride back this weekend, so yesterday was my last motorcycle day until maybe April ’07.
It makes me sadder than I’d like to admit. I’ve never wanted to be the kind of guy who gets attached to mere consumer goods. I mean, it’s an expensive, dangerous, toy that wastes gasoline and is bad for the environment. How can I be so insistent on wanting to ride it until the weather turns bitterly cold?
But it feels like I have put my manhood into winter storage, and I’m afraid that when I get it back, it’ll be all moth-eaten.
I needed a new topic since I gave the Yankees page to a real Yankees fan. I thought, what’s a good topic? How about torture? Torture would be wonderful.
So now I run a page on torture, with links to stuff like this video of a dude getting waterboarded:
Way back in September 2005 I made some predictions about the 2007 motorcycle models. Well, the announcements for the ’07 model year came out last month and I forgot to blog about it.
My usual favorite, Honda, does nothing I care for. Plenty of updates and improvements for their class-leading race-replica sportbike, the ever-faster, ever-lighter CBR600 RR, and little or nothing for the cruisers, the cool scooters (Ruckus series), and the naked bikes (The 599 ‘Hornet’ and 919). Triumph, the other manufacturer I follow, has stuck with small improvements to its existing bikes too.
(You’ll note that while I love the Honda and Triumph brands, I ride a Suzuki. That’s because Suzuki makes a great bike at a great price. I don’t much like the direction that they’ve taken with the SV650 styling since ’02, but that’s neither here nor there: the SV series is still the best value on the market.)
Anyway, I’d hoped that Honda would come out with some screamingly cool stuff this year, and I was totally wrong about that. I was correct about the increasing sales for dual-sports and bumpy road bikes following in the wake of the Scrambler, though. Mostly it came in the form of bikes released later on into the 2006 model year: the BMW HP2, the Buell Ulysses, and I’ve heard Ducati’s coming up with a more-rugged Multistrada, too, but I can’t seem to find it right now. All of that, plus the usual stuff from KTM and the semi-street-legal Motocross bikes from all the Japanese manufacturers, seem to be popping up here and there, although nothing comes close to the popularity of the race replica sportbikes and Harley-imitators.
I’ve learned two things from these predictions. First, my tastes do not predict the markets. Second, because I am willing to admit failure, I can never be a technology analyst.
The best part of this whole Mark Foley scandal is seeing Dennis Hastert look like this:
How about a CIA personality quiz. Yes, that’s on the official US government intelligence agency site.
Now, it’s not as dirty as Overheard in New York, but I think today’s office banter might qualify for something:
Dev: What do you want to do for the Page of the Day tomorrow?
Editor: Well, I’m thinking we’ll feature the Mark Foley scandal at the top of the page.
Dev: And what goes on the bottom?
Other Editor: How about one of Mark Foley’s interns?
Since we’re caught up to real-time on The Wire, Bookdwarf and I have been watching Rome, which we’ve rented from Netflix. Both shows are excellent– plenty of intrigue, good acting and strong production values.
On the other hand, I’m confused by the way that all of Rome seems to speak with a British accent, and you definitely don’t have the same feel of suspense wondering whether Marc Antony is trustworthy and what will become of young Octavian.
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