Good Morning, Ruminators

Sydney Brillo Duodenum directs our attention to the front page of The Washington Times this morning, where, in addition to a schizophrenic use of fonts, he finds a wonderful picture of Senator Obama and Senator McCain, in the midst of their "debate."

In the picture, Baby New Year is observed smirking at Old Man Time. It is the picture we all imagine when we are drunk off our asses at 11:59 pm on December 31 of any given year. Old Man Time has the floor, making all sorts of exhortations to Remember the Alamo, save some money, exorcise all our demons, give him one more chance, but it is now fundamentally against our nature to do so. Apparently, in November, we will hit Old Man Time over the head with a shovel (Sydney Brillo Duodenum used the word spade, but as Saul Menowitz oftens reminds Mr. Duodenum, that would be rather sensitive usage of that word these days), bury him deep, and start afresh, a hip pocket full of resolutions and a pack of cigarettes to be snuck in the butler's pantry of the Oval Office in the exact same spot the last savior of post-historical civilization received several acts of felatio.