Feet to the Fire on FISA

Apparently one is not alone in continuing to have one's panties in a twist about FISA.

More here.


(Yes, it's still blogging lite. So sue me. It's hot, it's muggy, I'm tired of torture, I'm tired of f*cking Unity Pony, I think Obama is made of total teflon, which could be a good thing, perhaps, if he ever started being an actual liberal, but who cares as apparently I have been swimming with muskrats all this time in rl who knew. So it's hot, it's muggy, I just returned from the garden with three Stupice tomatoes to toss into salad with mesclun and cucumbers and lots and lots of arugula arugula arugula and thanks to Miss Thelma Rantilla who taught my 16-y.o. self about specific detail. ;) )