Woo-hoo, we’re number nine
The contest is over. I tied for ninth out of a field of 32, which is, as my sweet white-haired Mom would say, better than a kick in the butt with a frozen mukluk. Now that I’m no longer a new blog, I need to act my age and get to work writing penetrating and pithy political commentary to show that I deserve that place. So, Ashcroft is a fink, DeLay is a gunky-head, and the President is—well you know.