I saw the date on a bumper sticker yesterday, accompanied by the tagline: "Bush's last day in office." Jarring, isn't it? Nearly two more years of this. A quick glance at the headlines and I've got stomach cramps worrying about what else can go wrong -- and then, likely, get swept under the rug -- in the next two years. I'm still reeling from the Big Brother-esque revelations of the Gonzales-and-US-attorneys scandal that's brewing. I'm not entirely sure what scares me most: the idea that this sort of control tactic went on or that Bush and his lackey Tony Snow have the audacity to respond petulantly, acting like the whole thing's a "nuisance" and that they're doing a favor offering their ridiculous "generous offer" to have Karl Rove and Harriet Miers testify to Congress in private and not under oath.
Seriously? How does this stuff even continue to happen?
As if that weren't enough, somewhere hidden in the pages of the news this week was the tale of a little bill in the South Carolina legislature that requires abortion providers to show their patients an ultrasound of the fetus before performing the procedure. It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? The idea that this sort of emotional blackmail could be mandated. But it's happening and, frankly, it's terrifying.