Wednesday, March 09, 2005

March Comes In Like A Lion

Nine days into March, and mother nature is kicking us in the balls again. This is the most miserable time of the year in the Northeast - spring peeks through for 24 hours or so before Old Man Winter squashes it like a bug.

Meanwhile, Randy Johnson's fastball is in the low 90s. The president is trying to get rid of Social Security, yet the news is dominated by the Michael Jackson trial and Martha Stewart's emergence from camp cupcake to bathe in a swimming pool of hundred-dollar bills. I'm not worried about the Big Unit, but I am worried about the Big Trust Fund. I don't trust a guy who never ran a successful business, who didn't know that Social Security was a federal program, to find the solution.

There are times to be had, however. This month has been determined by fate to be remembered as the second coming of The Black Crowes, reunited with immortal lead guitarist Marc Ford for not only a seven-night run at the Hammerstein Ballroom in NYC, but a full-blown national tour.

With the spring thaw will come new movement on the political front. Everyone in both parties is waiting to feel out the first hundred days of the second Bush Administration before beginning the arduous tasks of political positioning and (more importantly) fundraising. By the time the year is out, we'll be so deep in handicapping both fields that we'll have forgotten that there was an election at all.

Early bird prediction...

Dems: Hillary Clinton


Repubs: Mitt Romney


All for now.


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