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I've been waiting for someone to write this story: Flip-flopping charge unsupported by facts; Kerry always pushed global cooperation, war as last resort I think it's obnoxious when the President stumps with his little jokes about Kerry's flip flops, flashing his trademark smirk while US soldiers die in a country that he thinks is doing fine except for a "handful" of dead-enders. Not that I'd expect him to stop making the charge, of course, but I hope anyone who reads this site will at least be able to refute the charge next time they talk to a talk radio listener or Fox News watcher. And I say this as someone who disagreed with Kerry's stance. I just hate the dishonesty of the attacks we've been seeing.

Even though I don't live there anymore, I still feel the need to occasionally revisit on this site my home away from home. Today we're off to Kenner, Louisiana (a New Orleans suburb, and where you land when you fly to N.O. International). Today's call in show on CSPAN: There's much more, transcribed by our friend at Blast Off!

I was just complaining today how quiet it was around here lately. Usually I can depend on James or Steve to comment on one out of three posts. Why didn't anyone tell me my comments were broken? Well, I think they're fixed now. I really should get around to adding one of those "contact me" links. Thanks to R.K. Bentley for the catch (and actually emailing me about it!) Now everyone get commenting.

We've lost two Americans this week to al-Zarqawi's reprehensible reign of terror. At first, the news was reporting that the terrorists were demanding the release of Iraqi women prisoners. Somehow, over the next few days, news reports were talking about the two bioweapon women scientists as the only Iraqi women prisoners. I wonder if this change came from interpreting the actual demands of al-Zarqawi or not. I remember from the first Abu Ghraib days that there were rumblings about many women and children being imprisoned, and potentially being mistreated. There was no real attention paid to that at the time. Have those women gone free? Is that who Zarqawi is talking about? (not that we should give him anything he demands, of course). I'm curious about this, but I don't think I'll be getting any answers.

Tell me you all watched that game. Tell me you didn't give up in disgust as Keith Foulked up and flushed Curt Schilling's amazing performance down the pipes? Tell me you were standing in front of the TV, like me, with your heart in your throat as McCarty popped out and Damon is my Homeboy struck out. And please, please tell me you were screaming for Mark "Todd Walker '04" Bellhorn's ball to get down. Still we believe. Keep the Faith. Etc. There's a bit of 2003 in the air right now. Even Trot's on TV talking about the Lord. Wow.

One side effect of having your bank account cleaned out by digital robbers is that you may find yourself in the position of digging into your change bucket for Dunkin Donuts money. I had the pleasant surprise today of having trouble finding pennies in my pickle jar (that's where I empty my pockets every day), pulling out quarters left and right but no Lincoln coins. If only it were like that all the time...

Inspired by my hometown, Em expresses her frustration with our "quality of life":

You may have had an inkling of this already, but here's the official stat: the Providence metro area is the 45th most Democratic county in America. I don't know what this means, exactly, since parts of the metro area are actually in two different counties (three if you count Massachusetts). But then, we don't do counties in the Biggest Little, unless it's ficticious and overrun by Connecticutians and New Yorkers in the summertime. Just thought you'd like to know that. The RI [GOP] Politics listserv people would surely get a kick out of it. Link via Kevin Drum.

Awful lonely around here lately, eh? I've got all sorts of stuff I'd like to post, but I have roughly zero motivation. Since last we spoke on Thursday I feel like I've been all over the place, even though I really haven't. Friday I went out canvassing for an environmental group, which was cool but decidedly not for me. After that Em and I had some beers with our "26 year old friend from Scituate." That was much better, especially since Union Station Brewery has their Oktoberfest brewing nowadays, which is absolutely great. I went back for a growler (64 oz.) the next day, but I had to settle for their Golden Spike Ale (which is good, too). Saturday was my Nana's birthday. Em made a fantastic card with a birthday hermit crab on it, which I'm sure nana appreciated despite her "Eh. Put this over there" upon receiving it. After that we were treated to a torturous Red Sox game. Ugh. I still feel dirty from watching that, despite the buckets of rain that fell all day. We laughed it off that night when we saw Napolean Dynamite, though. Dang, you should see that movie. It's flippin' good, considering it's pretty much the most bizarre collection of non sequiturs I've ever seen. On Sunday, the beautiful fall weather was perfect for apple picking, so we drove up to Scituate. Unfortunately we were priced out of the actual apple picking, but we did get a nice bushel of Macouns along with some peanut brittle (mmm!). The day was set for a great baseball game against the Yankees followed by what would surely be another Patriots win. We got half of that. I'm sure I don't need to mention which. (For the record, I am by no means conceding the division to the Yankees. That's ludicrous. All the papers were writing off the AL East, but we still have a great shot. You heard it here first.) We also made pizza, and I tried to drink all my beer before it went flat (I don't think the growlers are made for one beer-with-dinner-type drinker.) Red Sux notwithstanding, it was an excellent day. Today I had the pleasure of dealing with my bank because someone out there managed to charge $150 to my debit card without telling me. How rude. That money was earmarked for bills due this week, and I probably won't get it back for a couple weeks, so I'm pretty screwed. Oh, and the tires on my car are in the process of exploding. Bah! OK, enough about me. How are you doing? Cool. We should be getting some good posts this week. Stay tuned.

When Em and I went to the Sox game last month, I mentioned how lucky we were to have bought tickets for a game in the middle of the hottest of win streaks. Well, you win some and you lose some when you are buying tickets in February. We caught last night's (9/15) marathon at Fenway Park, which, despite the Sox coming out on top, seemed like a loss. I wanted to throw something when Curt Schilling opened up tonight's game with three outs on five pitches! In our game we saw, I think, 87 pitching changes and 45 pinch runners/hitters. My goodness, it went on and on. And on. Also, where have the cool dogs gone?! I loved those things, but they no longer sell them at Fenway, I guess. Now the boys are off to New York. Oh, I do love this time of year...

Congratulations to J. Patrick O'Neill for taking out former speaker and all-around cad John Harwood. Oh, how sweet it is. The reformation of RI politics continues. Also, Cranston Mayor Steve Laffey easily fended off Garry Reilly (and the big scary evil baby-eating unions) by a three-to-one margin. Have Cranston voters created a monster? Keep your eyes on 2006... At least some of Ed Achorn's friends won't have to move now. Also, in Warwick, my friend Lucy Mota-Costa grabbed the last spot in the school board race, and Stephen Lamarre gave seven-time mayoral candidate Timothy Rassano a proper spanking (my prediction of 500 votes city-wide for this race was off by, oh, an order of magnitude. Of course, that means my one vote accounted for 2% of the total turnout!) Wasn't this fun?!

As I write this, I think Ultra Laser (who seems to have forgotten how to post here) is bailing out of New Orleans as Hurricane Ivan heads towards the Gulf Coast. I'm glad I'm not there anymore. We had some good storms in my years there, but never a Category 5. It seems like the conventional wisdom is that someday a big storm will score a direct hit on the Big Easy and just destroy the city. Part of me is morbidly excited that I'll probably get to scuba dive among my old apartments, but of course New Orleans is too precious a city to lose. Good Luck to our friends still down there. Stay safe.