PROCRUSTES MOTEL

One of the reasons working in a bureaucracy is so mind-numbing is that we have no heroes. There is no great bureaucrat, past or present, that we can look up to and emulate. Instead, we are beset by thousands and thousands of hunchback, souless gnomes who from years of terror that they might be noticed have suffered irreparable brain damage.

Enough of Dan Rather. Not to worry, though, I'm sure another light pole in another hurricane awaits him somewhere.

This has been a morning for dashing about. We completed some errands but before we finished had to pop back home for a bathroom stop. Poor Master can't get three errands out of one pee.

Bush claims that his policy is to expand democracy all around the world. But wouldn't it make more sense to work to extend human rights? After all, democracy is desirable precisely because it fosters human rights.

Around here yard sales are practically a cottage industry. Back in India before I took up with Master, we just gave away whatever we didn't want or need. Here, however, Americans with their accountant mentalities have contrived the yard sale. The last laugh is that the same old junk still remains in the neighborhood.