Commentary by H.G. Listiak
Welcome to My World, where I have a few random thoughts today. First of all, concerning the Commonwealth of Massachusetts legalizing gay marriages, I could care less, but I do see a can of worms opening should the couples, husband and husband, wife and wife, move to other states where it is not a legal union. It'll be a courtroom nightmare. Next, on the Iraq war and Saddam's W.M.D.s, I see it as not only mudslinging but a mudslide, before the elections. Members of the liberal press are calling the President of the United States of America, in a time of war, a liar. The Democratic white house wannabes are right behind them with moveon.org, financed by screaming liberal billionaire George Soros, whose proclaimed goal in life is to get Bush, suggesting Congress censure the President. Even the intelligence community is scrambling to cover its butt. So did dad-president, Bill Clinton, the U.N., and George W. all lie? No way. Saddam had the weapons and even used them. Where are they now? We haven't looked long enough to find them in Iraq, but I don't think they are there. I think they took the ancient road to Damascus and have been stashed in Syria. Then again, I expressed that theory over a year ago now didn't I? Who was getting bootleg oil from Saddam? And where did Saddam's henchmen try to run to? Why! It was Syria, the nesting place for Hezbollah, Hamas, and several other terrorist groups. And finally, there has been a lot of fallout over the Justin Timberlake-Janet Jackson mock-orgy during half time at the superbowl. Yes, I have kept abreast of the situation. I don't believe it was a wardrobe malfunction, but I do believe the F.C.C., the network, and the N.F.L. got the message. Kids are watching. These half time shows have become more bizzare every year and the incident cast a shadow over probably the best superbowl game ever. The peek-a-boo was not that exciting. The star encased, starboard boob was not that impressive. But hey, Janet, thanks for the bad mammary anyway, as I see it ... I'm H.G. Listiak.