I once heard this great quote, "All revolutions begin with the power of an idea, and end with the holding on to power as an idea." When I saw the cover of this week's Time magazine (with the picture of the elephant walking away) , I was vaguely thinking about that quote for a brief moment. For twelve years, the Grand Old Predators have had their way with the American people, pushing horrible legislation and bankrupting the country, morally and financially. Now we are reaping the fruits of those laws. From a soaring deficit and declining wages to congressmen taking bribes and hiring family members, it is clear that these lawmakers need to be held accountable. I don't get it. It took four decades for the Democrats to lose their way, but the Republicans did it is 12. What happened?

Tragedy

Ok, so today is National Coming Out Day, and I thought that maybe I can tell a story of my coming out to one of my friends. Yes, I am gay. But I could not really shake this slight sense of foreboding that I had today. Little did I realize that disaster was going to srike. In NYC's Upper West Side today, as most of you probably know, Yankees pitcher Cory Lidle lost control of his single engine plane and crashed it into a high-rise apartment, killing him. He leaves behind a wife and a young son, in addition to a lot of people who cared about him. When I first heard this, I was like, O My Lord. What the?!

Go New York, Go New York, Go! It has been six years since the NY Mets made it into the postseason, and last night completed a three game sweep of the LA Dodgers. I have always believed that victory is sweetest when there is a touch of irony to it. Well, that is what happened. The Dodgers used to be based in Brooklyn, and the blue in the current Met uniform is Dodger blue (along with Giant orage, after the NY Giants, now in San Francisco). Three games down, eight to go.

Hypocrisy and the GOP

Ok, so Dennis Hastert is now fighting for his job. (Do not expect me to feel sorry for him, because he got what he deserved.) You can stick a fork in his fat but, because he is done.