As seems to be the case in these matters, my two older siblings caught fish so small as to barely qualify as more than a lump of algae while I dropped my pole, walked away, and promptly caught a decent sized fish (I think it was a perch, but it was a LOOOONG time ago). I can remember looking at the poor thing, out of its element, gasping for breath, and flailing about. Rather than be thrilled I had actually caught something, I only remember feeling extreme pity an urgent need to let it go. We tried, but it didn’t survive and my brothers cooked and ate it later.

Anyway, I was reading some of the “posts” by the Bush humpers and that memory came to mind.

Go figure.

“Sack of crap”? C’mon. You guys are still suffering from post-election trauma because this guy wasn’t our vice president. I suppose Oliver will next describe Lieberman as a “miserable sh*tstain of a human being.”

… is being helped by the perpetrators of one of the worst electoral smear jobs in history.

Good to see Dan Rather back at work.

For one thing, the sack of crap still serves a meaningful purpose.