The His Story of Our Times

I've determined that I shall not get emotionally caught up in current events, and rather experience them as a fascinated observer, much the way one would watch an ant colony. These are extraordinary times, after all, like being around to watch the events of the French revolution unfold, albeit at a safe distance from the tumbrel. Thus it was slack-jawed astonishment rather than a perfectly appropriate rage that I felt when I read that Bush has acknowledged his "rhetoric" was possibly a bit too warlike in the lead up to and execution of his Iraq adventure, and apologized for giving the impression that he was anything but a "man of peace." And Vlad the Impaler regrets that his misdeeds overshadowed his good works.