Who’s Tivoing this garbage? 60 MINS: PRINCE CHARLES OPENS UP; FIRST U.S. INTERVIEW IN 10 YEARS…

Alternative headline: CBS Picks Nose, Finds Booger, Eats It

I can’t possibly think of anything less relevant, short of interviewing me. Who gives a rat’s ass about Chuckles? I mean, besides the women?

AJ Strata says about all I have to say about Harriett Miers, and it’s not so much about her as about her detractors:

The message from the Miers fiasco is clear. Only purebloods can be offered for positions of responsibility. If you are not a pureblood, then there is no depth the purebloods will go to knock you down as a mudblood.

I am against abortion – but do not think making them illegal is the answer or will stop the majority of abortions. I am for controlling our borders – but not for ripping people out of their homes and away from their jobs and dumping them over the border jobless and homeless because their paperwork is not in order.

I am for diversity and against quotas and set asides, and against racism. I am for civil unions for same sex couples, but against marriage for them, while I support their right to do what they want in private, as long as they keep in private and away from my kids.

I am a mudblood conservative. And if I am not careful, I now know the purebloods will stop at nothing to take me down if I were to put their ideology at risk. It happened already at Redstate – where I was called a moron and idiot before being banned for not following their rules on name calling!

Be sure to read his post, if you give a damn about the whole mess. I suspect that most don’t. The opposition was, from the get-go, some weirdo intersection of the Hearty Republican bloggers, and the egghead lawyers & academics. Subset C was highly populated, given the tendency of eggheads to bloviate endlessly. Bottom line, though — there will be much jackassery, but this one will bite the instant experts in the ass.

Honestly, though, King Tut-Tut:

I have every right to voice my opinion.

No shit??? Everybody knows this here in America, the nation in which you live. Your endlessly wounded pride is a marvel to anyone who got past junior high civics.

And for Jeffro: First, who would you all like to see? Don’t go getting passive-aggressive on us now. You and your buds wanted Harriett out. You got it. Those of us who were content with the President’s choice of Ms. Miers are waiting for the Magic Nominee Bullet. Don’t let us down now.

Like I said last week, I’ve got this Saturday night home game set up to take off on the weekends down at El Rancho, and I just don’t want to keep playing on this crapola fold-out thing on the ancient no-leaf-having kitchen table. So, the first thing I did was buy a $30 60″x30″ plastic utility table at the Depot to get through the next few weeks. I’ll figure out some way of screwing it down to the table so it’s steady enough. And in the intervening time, I’m going to build a poker table. I’ve pretty much settled on using these plans from Mark Junell. I love the looks of that racetrack. Isn’t it beautiful? I seriously doubt that I will document it quite so well, too.

Why bother? After talking to Dan ‘Pokerati’ Michalski, it’s pretty clear that the price for even a basic poker table is going through the roof. Worse than that, I can’t find a place to buy one that isn’t a custom job for every sale. Which means $$$. Mucho dinero. And it should, since there’s some fairly serious carpentry going on. And who knows? Maybe I can turn it into a winter-ish sideline bidness. I wouldn’t mind making the mark-ups that Dan was on about in our brief conversation. If nothing else, it would fund my losing, crappy tournament play where I can’t seem to get it through my bone-head that it’s not worth it to take gambles with cards like KQs, even if you’re on the button raising all-in over a limper, even if you do go ahead and flop two pair, because the guy who called you from the big blind filled a flush, and the limper who called you filled his straight.

Well put:

As cruel as history can be, the 2005 World Series will be remembered as a four-game conquering by the Sox when instead it could be viewed as a razor’s edge, game-by-game struggle in which only six runs settled four games.

It was definitely an enjoyably tense World Serious. I had hoped for much, much more from the first Texas team to be there, but it was not to be. But, to me, a very selfish fan, that means that my Texas Rangers can still be the first Texas team to win a World Series. Or a WS game, even.