It can be hard to git movin' on dreary Saturday's ...... 

I'm not even excited about the Super Bowl.  Enthusiasm aside, however, I'll probably order pizza and cheese bread for the same reasons I buy eggnog at Christmas and eat pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving.

On mornings like this I sometimes think about why (for example), lethal injections are "cruel and unusual" for murdering psychopaths who bury victims alive or chop them into little pieces.

Or (another example) how stupidity is often rewarded (pan to Casey Sheehan's mom).

Or how Indian-owned casinos give bunches of money to politicians to promote their causes -- which politicians deny receiving or doing -- when casinos could have hired folks like me to send letters, carry placards, lick stamps, make phone calls or sit on a bar stool in front of a slot machine all day!

Or how the loudest outcrys about lack of progress in rebuilding New Orleans are made by politicians (who squandered zillions of previous tax dollars on briefcases and travel while levys leaked and the poor became poorer), a do-nothing mayor who moved his family out of state post-Katrina, and restaurant owners who want a parade.  A parade?  May they mardi their gras in the sludge.  A PARADE?  The city should mobilize that flooded bus fleet and let Nagin lead a yellow-bus caravan through the streets.  Oh yeah -- the parade should also traverse steets around the hospitals (where my friends drowned), the Superdome, the Convention Center and  bog down somewhere in the 9th Ward. 

Or (my final example for this day) how some of the most absurd, discrepant, illogical, inappropriate, incompatible, inconsistent, inharmonious, ironic, ironical, out of keeping, unfitting, unlogical, unreasonable -- i.e.,  incongruous folks imaginable are actually there --
in Congress!

 Sometimes i just slay me.