My question to the blog: Why do we need to know - constantly - that the government is fighting a war on terror? Not the one in the Middle East - the one over here - the one with the scare tactics. Other than frightening us (which I suppose is their aim) there is really no need to know the lengths to which the government is going to keep terrorists away from our country. Like the war on drugs (which is also wasted money) it will go on without any input from us. So, include me out and handle it on your own. When you continue to mention the "good work" you're doing, it only serves to convince me that you are trying to convince yourself.
"Golf courses and cemetaries - the biggest wastes of prime real estate!" declared Al Czervik [Rodney Dangerfield] in Caddyshack. Now, it seems, Al's dreams are becoming reality as golf courses around the country are being converted into retail space and housing developments. In the last 5 years, course closings soared from 23 to a record 93.5 last year.
Point-five? Somebody lost 9 holes! Golfers still have plenty of places to play: 16,052 courses nationwide, and each course is about 150 acres. It's the first time since 1945 that there has been a yearly reduction in the number of golf courses - so, there's some good news.
But, look on the bright side ... he could hang with Coco (Mrs. Ice-T), and when it rains, he wouldn't get wet ...
Wow. There's a real caboose on that train, eh Khagendra?
Meanwhile, it's raining really hard here in the Garden State, prompting our local newscasts to devote the first 8 minutes of the six-o'clock news to the remnants of Hurricane Ernesto. The fact that it isn't a hurricane, or even a tropical storm, anymore didn't stop them from putting up giant ERNESTO graphics, with the accompanying storm cloud.
They sent reporters out in the field to show us that it was raining in such far-away outposts as Cape May, NJ and Chester, PA. The only other way I would have known is if I had looked out the window - which, given the nonsense on the news, was a viable entertainment option.
But, thank the God that made her, Cecily Tynan was dry and warm in the studio, pointing at isobars and looking as cute as ever, while poor Cathy Gandolfo and Dann Cuellar were outside like drowned rats.
I mention Cecily only to pick up another couple of Google searches. Two in the last week. I feel good about making someone in Mt. Laurel read my whole blog post just to get to -- nothing.