It’s been too long since I’ve posted one of those collections of Informative and Humorous Nuggets of Content. Today, I’ll rectify that. It’s been a busy week, both here at FA and in the rest of the world, and there’s no way that I can possibly offend everyone with a single, high-concept post. Sound bites are an infinitely more efficient means of getting yourself heard, quoted, and misunderstood.

On the Fire Down Below
Directly beneath this post, you’ll notice that my jab at our President’s attempt to link oil executives with our Real American Heroes has generated an 80+ Commentapalooza. Some of it is great stuff, illustrating why the Comments are my favorite part of running this site. My only request is that y’all continue to try to keep things civil. After all, there’s a place you can go to type you opinions in capital letters while vociferously insulting the intelligence, lifestyle, and sexual proclivities of any who dare oppose you. It’s called “the rest of the internet.”

On Howard Dean
People have been pointing out that I haven’t been saying all that much about Howard Dean around here. That’ll change. Mostly, I’ve just been enjoying the spectacle of opponents and lazy pundits trying to pin a conventional label on him that’ll stick. For the record, based on what I’ve been reading, he’s definitely too liberal to win the general election. Or else he’s too conservative to win the general election. One or the other. Definitely.

I do have some advice for Dean supporters, however. When skeptics offer specific criticisms, don’t bother trying to deny ‘em. People have been saying Dean’s overly angry, he’s just a trend, he’s short, he’s too easily photographed making goofy faces while speaking. To these you should reply, “That’s ‘President Short Angry Trendy Goofy-Face’ to you, bucko!”

On the Issues
There are a lot of new visitors this week, so let me clarify where I stand on something:

If I had a son named Joey (I don’t), and he was being bullied in his fourth grade class (he isn’t - Joey doesn’t exist) and he wanted to put an end to it and stand up to said bully, he’d have my blessing. I’d just say, “Go ahead, Joey - you know I trust you. You go ahead and show ‘em that Joey Felber is nobody’s punching bag!”

Suppose, however, I received the following call from Joey’s teacher, Mrs. Carlyle, the very next afternoon. Suppose the hypothetical Mrs. Carlyle had this to say: “Hello, Mr. Felber.”

“Hello, imaginary but well-liked instructor of my hypothetical son. What can I do for you?”

“Well, it’s Joey. He, um, struck back at the child who’d been bullying him today, and it’s a bit of a pickle.”

“How so? It’s about time my little Joey stood up for himself!”

“Well, he lobbed a hand grenade into the bully’s lunch box, killing the bully and wounding 9 other nearby students.”

“Oh.”

I’d hang up, then, pour myself a drink, and wonder whether I was now indirectly responsible for another Columbine. I’d certainly rue the day that I trusted Joey to retaliate in a responsible, measured fashion. How could I have foreseen that he’d do something so damned stupid? Sure, he always had a temper, but… Anyway, am I sure Joey’s really my son at all? What about that weekend my wife spent in Minneapolis? She seemed awfully odd when she came home, and 8-12 months later, there was Joey. Maybe I should order some DNA tests…

Okay, those last few ruminations don’t do me a lot of credit, I admit it. Please understand that by that point I would’ve had a couple of large, imaginary bourbons in my system. But you have to admit that until then, my responses were pretty sensible vis-a-vis my nonexistent psychotic son and how I advised him to act. Maybe I should’ve foreseen that the li’l fictitious rugrat was going to go berserk, but hell - I didn’t. After all, he WAS in the right. I figured he’d go to his teachers, or band together with some similarly oppressed school chums and enact some amusing and colorful revenge scenario worthy of a Disney film, probably involving a large but hitherto ignored vat of custard. After all, Joey’d never blown up a classmate before

That, my friends, old and new, is how I feel about the Iraq War. And that is why I don’t fault John Kerry, John McCain, or anyone else in the US Congress for voting to authorize the use of force. [Nor do I fault the military, for bravely and competently carrying out their orders.]

It’s President Joey’s fault.