Meanwhile...

It seems like months ago rather than yesterday that I last worked here. Frankly, Huple and I have had a long standing dispute over the venetian blinds in the bedroom. It has led to a frostiness in our reltationship which precludes political discussion. However, during a recent truce we had the opportunity to conclude our discussion of Iran's desire for WMD. Huple maintains your average cat is a peaceful beast, but warns of turning a back on a Persian. Siamese can be two faced, but Persians are in your face. My cat fears their emotion.

Although it is a photo-finish as to which country has the goofiest president, both the US and Iran are ruled from forces behind the scenes. In Iran a rather scary fellowship of Islamic elders really call the shots. But we know who they are. Here we don't know who really runs the railroad. I am confident, though, that a board of directors is less likely to lead us into an a apocalypse than a group of medieval church types. This, then, is my argument for preventing Iran WMDs... anyone who believes in the apocalypse is capable of creating it.

Rather a venal military dictator counting on offshore accounts with numerous mistresses and uncalcuable human rights excesses than a handfull of zealots banking on the hereafter for their numerous mistresses. Only people rooted in todays' pleasures will preserve the status quo, i.e. not blowing up the world on a centuries old promise. This is what is most worrisome about George Bush-when he became born again he lost all temporal pleasure save riding around in big, shinny airplanes. Rather a drunk than a true believer, I say.