CALL ME SNAKE

A reader, J. Star of “The Melodrama Jukebox” (http://trampolinetricks.blogspot.com/), said that being forced to listen to a George Bush press conference, a situation I found myself in a couple of days ago, was her idea of hell. I, for one, think that’s a pretty fair statement. My back was killing me on Tuesday (and still is), and I couldn’t get to the radio in time to turn it off. Had Bush blathered on forever, that truly would have been hell. The only thing that saved me (and the rest of this once-proud nation) was that the so-called “press conference” (not much of a conference in my opinion; not much of anything for that matter) was mercifully short, lasting well under a half hour. After awhile, Bush rans out of ways of praising Harriet Miers: “I know this woman. She’s a good woman. She has a good heart.” Those sounds like reasonable qualifications for a woman you might like to date, assuming you were single or cheating on the side. But does that qualify Miers for an appointment to the highest court of the land? Soon the conference came to an end, and I went back to my previous postiion, lying on the floor in pain, which came as a great relief to me.