<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:55:47.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the virtual curmudgeon</title><subtitle type='html'>riffs, rants and ridicule of anything that strikes me so long as it does not try to strike back. and even then, maybe.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-113665778008192914</id><published>2006-01-07T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T13:16:20.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the tribe has spokenToday another 4 soldiers were killed in Iraq. That statistic falls on our ears like the adjusted rate of inflation, or housing starts, or the cost of living, or the median price of a single family home. Numbers,  not unlike voters, are suprememly malleable, elastic, manipulated. The numbers of wounded soldiers in Iraq and other places we simply do not want to know: what the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/113665778008192914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=113665778008192914&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/113665778008192914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/113665778008192914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2006/01/tribe-has-spoken-today-another-4.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-113623289715314136</id><published>2006-01-02T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:14:57.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AULD LANG SYNE, version 2006.2The world is neither flat -despite Thomas Freidman's excellent arguments in his tome to the contrary - nor round, but rather an icy grey. In other words, January has come to New York.In the spirit of the ninth day of Christmas, as the ladies dance across our collective psyche, I raise a glass to the old and resolve to embrace the new.Farewll To.......Constitutional </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/113623289715314136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=113623289715314136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/113623289715314136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/113623289715314136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2006/01/auld-lang-syne-version-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-108662661734972165</id><published>2004-06-07T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T12:43:37.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mailbox, once quiet, now overflowing. I am labeled commie, jerk. Ignorant. They don't sting, they don't make me angry, just profoundly sad. So tired. How can I explain claculus to a mind that cannopt comprehend basic algebra?While it is difficult for me right now, given my life experiences and personal set of values that seems antithetical to everyone else, even among Democrats apparently, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/108662661734972165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=108662661734972165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/108662661734972165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/108662661734972165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/06/mailbox-once-quiet-now-overflowing.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-108661496689944924</id><published>2004-06-07T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T09:29:26.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Relentlessly, my television and radio paint Ronald Reagan as a hero, statesman and patriot. My sons, impressionable, open sponges ask why I seem frustrated. The disabilities I deal with every day with a measure of grace are too much for me this weekend.As a parent, I weight the gravitas of the office and the man, the sheer weight of the omnipresent media speak, my spiritual beiefs to do unto </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/108661496689944924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=108661496689944924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/108661496689944924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/108661496689944924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/06/relentlessly-my-television-and-radio.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-107973381842168211</id><published>2004-03-19T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T17:06:59.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/107973381842168211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=107973381842168211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107973381842168211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107973381842168211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-107938727871094139</id><published>2004-03-15T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T16:52:58.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Did Bush Know on 9/11?I've been poking around the JFK website and found this wonderful gem. I consider it required viewing for anyone who was NOT watching ABC on the West Coast after 8am PST (11am EST).Here's the link:http://www.takebackthemedia.com/true911.htmlThank God I was watching Peter Jennings. He was NOT impressed that the Commander-in-Cheif was unavailable for hour upon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/107938727871094139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=107938727871094139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107938727871094139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107938727871094139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/03/what-did-bush-know-on-911-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-107936525619379167</id><published>2004-03-15T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T11:03:50.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kill the Messenger? Nah. Kill the Stenographer who WRITES the message!Recently I read an essay by Oscar G. DePineres, Ph.D. outlining "Maslou's triangle" (sic) of human expectations and motivations, and related the outsourcing of jobs to Americans' rising standards for wages and benefits. He states, "corporations are telling the American worker without disclosing this fact is that our high </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/107936525619379167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=107936525619379167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107936525619379167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107936525619379167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/03/kill-messenger-nah.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-107902795307607863</id><published>2004-03-11T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:19:04.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Endorsement of the WeekLast night a true epiphany occurred while I was watching "Countdown with Keith Obermann" last night (8 and 12 pm EST on MsNBC). One of the stories he followed was the response of John McCain to the idea -- a suggestion floated right here several weeks ago -- that he accept a hypothetical request from John Kerry to run as the Democratic Vice Presidential candidate.Now, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/107902795307607863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=107902795307607863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107902795307607863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107902795307607863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/03/endorsement-of-week-last-night-true.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-107901665386630601</id><published>2004-03-10T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T10:11:28.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Questionable Convictions Well a lot has happened in week, hasn't it folks? I swing between nausea and frustration with an occasional sense of tragedy and a fleeting sense that the world might yet come out all right.The weekend began with a nauseating wave of Bushie flag waving (over coffins and smoking ruins, no less) and Martha bashing. The former is no more (in fact far less) than I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/107901665386630601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=107901665386630601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107901665386630601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107901665386630601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/03/questionable-convictions-well-lot-has.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-107844735486070752</id><published>2004-03-04T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T19:47:14.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Running MatesOpen Memo to:                     John Kerry &amp; Campaign StaffFor Your Consideration:        possible Vice Presidential nomineesI've heard a lot of mumbling around the press the last few days regarding (besides your presumptive win of the Democratic Nomination) your choice of running mate. I believe that a few simple guidlelines regarding public response should guide your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/107844735486070752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=107844735486070752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107844735486070752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107844735486070752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/03/running-mates-open-memo-to-john-kerry.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-107828438251205092</id><published>2004-03-02T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:29:20.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feet of ClayI heard a buzz earlier today about possible running mates for the Democratic and GOP tickets. I wasn't surprised to hear the list of governors, retired Senators and various officeholders that might add to the cachet of a John Kerry ticket.What did shock me was the tacit admission that Dick Cheney was not a lock for a second term; in fact, that pundits were discussing possible </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/107828438251205092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=107828438251205092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107828438251205092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107828438251205092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/03/feet-of-clay-i-heard-buzz-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-107826693664839993</id><published>2004-03-02T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T17:38:59.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Super TuesdayI'm off to run a few errands, kiddies, and have only a few minutes to remind you that in 10 states across our nation we get to do what people in other countries are, literally, dying to do: We get to participate in how we are governed. Nothing is to insignificant, not library hours, nor too large, like the possibly illegal coup d'etat that was allegedly carried out over the weekend</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/107826693664839993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=107826693664839993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107826693664839993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107826693664839993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/03/super-tuesday-im-off-to-run-few.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-107807738290241951</id><published>2004-02-29T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T19:13:18.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...I Forgot What the Question Was.I walked away from the debate today on CBS with a definite distaste for New York journalists. Dan Rather was actually semi-professional this morning, although his complexion had the ruddy subdurate cast of a several-days bender and the positively steroidal outward growth of his ears made this author wonder if he and Mr. Kucinich were perhaps separated at birth.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/107807738290241951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=107807738290241951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107807738290241951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107807738290241951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-10780709907540472</id><published>2004-02-29T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T18:39:45.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the Question is?...Before the Democratic Debate in New York begins and we see for the first time in history an elephant's feathers fly, I'm going to put on my political psychic's hat and make a few predictions. First of all, this is the warmup to the GOP convention this summer, and the audience will provide Rove and company with some all-important clues to the metropolitan climate in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/10780709907540472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=10780709907540472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/10780709907540472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/10780709907540472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/02/and-question-is.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-107782571302915064</id><published>2004-02-26T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T15:14:03.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alan Greenspan Might Be the AntiChristSometimes I think that Alan Greenspan just might be the AntiChrist, the biblical figure who crushes the last remnants of civilization in his many headed, inhumane cabal while the world itself goes dark. The Apocalypse tells us that only God Himself can slay this greedy beast and save mankind from its' inexorable grasp. Then I realize that the only people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/107782571302915064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=107782571302915064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107782571302915064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107782571302915064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/02/alan-greenspan-might-be-antichrist.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-107766730477467798</id><published>2004-02-24T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T19:04:47.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some Things Take TimeYesterday was my mother and father in laws' anniversary. They have been married for over half of a decade, a span of time that stretches over a period that dates to before my birth. They have known one another and been one another's best friend longer than I have been in my body on this planet.My husband is a very fortunate man. He was raised in the cocoon of love and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/107766730477467798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=107766730477467798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107766730477467798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107766730477467798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/02/some-things-take-time-yesterday-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-107766444718996339</id><published>2004-02-21T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T18:16:55.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watching Keith ObermannIt is with a mixture of regret and a great deal of pride that I feel obligated to let you all of America know that Keith Obermann has officially become the best political and cultural satirist in America. This spot, once occupied by George Carlin, Will Durst and Dennis Miller now belongs, rightfully, to Obermann. As someone regularly torn between running out into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/107766444718996339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=107766444718996339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107766444718996339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107766444718996339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/02/watching-keith-obermann-it-is-with.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-107757448432250134</id><published>2004-02-18T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T16:54:49.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Super Election Imagine, for one moment, that last December Jon Bon Jovi announced that he wanted his Arena Football team to scrimmage with the Patriots and the Panthers on the morning of February first. Now, Arena Football is a noble profession, and nobody wants to malign the athletes and professionals who make the Arena Football League what it is today, but we are talking the Superbowl here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/107757448432250134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=107757448432250134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107757448432250134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107757448432250134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/02/super-election-imagine-for-one-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-107766198592869752</id><published>2004-02-16T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T17:35:54.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hackers and Partisans UnitedI'm not going to call any names or spew any invective. I'm a fairly well read person. I followed the Congressional Probe into the Fla elections and I'm continuing to watch the Congress as the scandal regarding Republican Senatorial staffers hacking into Democratic colleagues' memos, correspondence and caucus matters lags into a nothing investigation along with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/107766198592869752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=107766198592869752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107766198592869752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107766198592869752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/02/hackers-and-partisans-united-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-107626878939072292</id><published>2004-02-08T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T14:39:49.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why the Right 'AintThe President today tried to patch his sagging image by agreeing to a tete-a-tete with Tim Russert in the Oval Office. The media, dominated by centrist to neo-conservative ideologists, breathlessly spoke in whispers of how "bold" and "gutsy" such a move was. The President can stand comfortably in any venue and the press will continue to do everything in its' power to avoid </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/107626878939072292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=107626878939072292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107626878939072292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107626878939072292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/02/why-right-aint-president-today-tried.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-107765936999016534</id><published>2004-01-22T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T16:52:43.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Postive, But Proactive, Mr. Kerry...I will preface these thoughts with the statement that I am a simple homemaker and mom with a mild to moderate physical disability. I choose to spend my time trying to do little things to make my community better. I am a huge nobody, and I am not a Poly-Sci Major, but I have been volunteering in campaigns since I was a Brownie scout knocking on doors for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/107765936999016534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=107765936999016534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107765936999016534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107765936999016534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/01/postive-but-proactive-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-107690620676561865</id><published>2004-01-15T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T16:51:07.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Open Letter to Dennis MillerDear Mr.. Miller, I will preface this with my heartfelt thanks for saving my ass a few years ago while I battled a particularly nasty endometrial tumor and subsequent chemo and second surgery. I taped your HBO shows and brought them to oncology to try a little edgy Norman Cousins thing. I left them behind at St Vincent's because so many of the aides in the unit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/107690620676561865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=107690620676561865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107690620676561865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/107690620676561865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2004/01/open-letter-to-dennis-miller-dear-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-106902210683368983</id><published>2003-11-16T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T16:55:41.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AftermathWell, the streets are dark and the guests are hopefully safely on their way home. The day was as wonderful as I expected, and then some. I found out many things that I did not know today.I learned that my sister Dot is a consummate artist. She is fluent in subjects as diverse as Cubist perspectives and editorial processes in publishing. She recognized the Bannock I served from a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/106902210683368983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=106902210683368983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/106902210683368983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/106902210683368983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-106900031546894905</id><published>2003-11-16T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T08:29:59.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All in the FamilyFamilies are wonderful things, as varied and dissimilar as snowflakes. I have experienced both the pleasure and the pain of familial piety and I have to say that at this point in my life I get the profound pleasure of redefining what family means to me.The unit I grew up with was appropriately militant. Adopted, then reminded of my status as non-bloodline accessory to a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/106900031546894905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=106900031546894905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/106900031546894905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/106900031546894905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2003/11/all-in-family-families-are-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-106657885988363100</id><published>2003-10-19T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T11:54:20.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've spent the better part of the last two weeks in some form of modified sleepwear, struggling to shake off an intermittent fever and unbearably sore throat (using a straw halfway down the back of my mouth), with a headache that rendered even my bestest comfort mechanism, Will Shortz daily mental tennis mute. The boxes shimmied and the text was indecipherable, even after the third read through. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/106657885988363100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=106657885988363100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/106657885988363100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/106657885988363100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2003/10/ive-spent-better-part-of-last-two.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857176.post-106449754119944182</id><published>2003-09-25T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T09:45:40.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Lost Wing I'm amazed, really, at the scope of the conspiracy. The campaign covered all the bases, even the seemingly irrelevant ones. And the depth and breadth of the lie was so perfectly executed, it was in a peculiar way, worth my 51 minutes of attention Wednesday evening at 9 pm on NBC, if only to marvel at its' ability to seduce jaded lil' old me. In fact, the current mentality of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/feeds/106449754119944182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5857176&amp;postID=106449754119944182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/106449754119944182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857176/posts/default/106449754119944182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevc.blogspot.com/2003/09/lost-wing-im-amazed-really-at-scope-of.html' title=''/><author><name>the curmudgeon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01167567231948535629</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
