On Baby Carriages and Assorted Monsters

One of the charming things about life in Denmark can sometimes be what constitutes news.

For example, this morning one of the top stories on the radio was about a mother whose baby carriage got caught in the doors of the subway -- and the train started moving...

You needn't hold your breath, other passengers were quick to react, so nothing happened to the baby. Something similar happened last summer, so there will likely be one of those, "How could something like this happen?" investigations.

Back where I grew up, in Poosah City, something like this wouldn't make the news unless the baby was somehow drawn and quartered or there was a video of the (preferably white) mother, screaming, her face and blouse splattered with baby blood.

Even better would be if the baby was snatched from its carriage by a shrieking flock of Itzmynso-Wynot -- a mythical flying creature with the face of a Bush, snarl of a Cheney, heart of a Rove and claws of a Rice...

I understand from Ravenheart that the big news back in Poosah City is not babies being snatched, but OJ, the only football player ever known by just two letters (talk about brand recognition!).

It seems he has kind-of, sort-of admitted to what anybody with half a brain and an ounce of sense knew already -- that he slashed murdered a couple of people and got off Scott free.

Gee, you don't think the flap about OJ will distract the news cycles of the media beast from things like the lame duck Congress and the machinations of the Bush Admin to get laws passed to keep them out of jail and other trivia such as the growing Repub pundit slime job on Pelosi?

Naw, not on your life! I mean, one might as well look at this "bipartisan, let's work together to solve real problems" line combined with all the different "business as usual" themes the Admin is pushing for and say to yourself, "Some of this is smokescreen for some heavy stuff".

I haven't the slightest idea what it could be, but Seymour Hersh seems to think it is Iran. But hey, Hersh hasn't gotten anything right since he flushed the toilet on Abu Ghrib -- that and a few other things -- so how could the old fart get something like this right?