Saturday. Overcast with a light rain early this morning so naturally I drove to breakfast in my dry newly washed car (well, what the hell). Thus and so, here we go, splashing into the coming three day weekend. I suspect it will clear up in time for the outdoor celebrate the new deck barbecue over at Mr. M's house later this afternoon. Certainly they can use the rain south of here in Santa Cruz where they're fighting the fire.
Since I seem to have had a bit more wine last night than I was planning, I tumbled into bed early and awoke, well, much earlier in the morning than a young man should. What to do, thought I, staring at the ceiling? Turning on the radio I found a speech being given to some group or another by a fellow named Michael Scheuer, the former head of the CIA's Osama bin Laden unit who managed its covert-action operations, created its rendition program and is the author of Marching Toward Hell: America and Islam After Iraq and an earlier work Imperial Hubris.
Oh, dear. More information suggesting not only is our foreign policy fucked, but it's really seriously fucked; has been not only since our recent Bush affliction, but has been so through really bad decisions made by Clinton and Bush's old man as well. Since the end of the Cold War. So I ordered it. What the hell, let's see what the guy is talking about. He set up the rendition program in 1995 under Clinton, not something that would recommend him to me: let's see what he's talking about.
Later. A good turn out at the deck christening party this afternoon. No rain, but a bit nippy wearing but a t-shirt and a nylon shell. Quite a spread and, since I kept it to three beverages throughout, I returned home in time to watch my Japanese soaps both clear headed and in a good mood. I shot pictures, but they were terrible. Why? Not sure.