Postcards from the Imagination

The blog will likely be pretty quiet for the rest of the week. With The New Hampshire Review set to debut on Saturday my focus is necessarily elsewhere.  A few quick notes...

Jonathan Safran Foer's Everything Is Illuminated was an extraordinary read--wonderfully imaginative, surprisingly complex, and genuinely moving. I highly recommend it.

Today strikes me as a very sad day in American history. It was without a doubt Karl Rove who urged the President to announce his Supreme Court nominee last night. It was also undoubtedly Rove who selected the nominee. Make no mistake, the nomination of John Roberts is all about political strategy. Because he's only been a judge for two years he has virtually no record with which Senate Democrats might challenge him. Yet conservatives know they can count on him to represent their interests and agenda once confirmed. And at only fifty years-old, he'll likely continue to represent their interests for at least the next twenty-five years.  Unless he put his penis somewhere it didn't belong I doubt he'll face any real opposition.

Meanwhile, the Turd Blossom may have successfully engineered his own (temporary) political survival. And will the mainstream media fall for it? Of course they will. It's as transparent as the run-up to the Iraq war, which they also fell for. Hook, line, and sinker.