May 10th, 2007


At two-thirty in the afternoon, in the private quarters of the White House, the Solarium Room, eleven Republican congressmen had a private meeting with the president, the secretary of defense, the secretary of state, the chief political advisor Karl Rove, and the White House Press Secretary Tony Snow, and others.

This delegation was headed by Mark Kirk of Illinois and Charlie Dent of Pennsylvania. It was, in the words of one of the participants, the most unvarnished conversation they've ever had with the president.

Another member has said he has met with three presidents and never been so candid. They told the president, and one said, quote, "My district is prepared for defeat. We need candor, we need honesty, Mr. President."

The president responded, "I don't want to pass this off to another president. I don't want to pass this off, particularly, to a democratic president," underscoring he understood how serious the situation was.

Brian, the Republican congressmen went on to say, "The word about the war and its progress cannot come from the White House or even you, Mr. President. There's no longer any credibility."


Usually when I go to the Place de la Comedie for my early afternoon double expresso and citron presse they give me two packets of powdered sugar to mix with the lemon juice and ice water in order to make a perfect lemonade.

Sometimes, and this was one of those times, they give me two cubes of sugar instead. Whenever this happens my citron presse always tastes slightly different - and I can't explain why. After all, I'm still putting roughly the same amount of sugar into water and lemon juice.

While I was pondering this oddity I saw a black midget who was flamboyantly homosexual walk through the square.

All I could think was, "If that guy can make his way in the world, anybody can."

This led my thoughts to wander, as they often do, to something slighly, but not really, related.

"Why the fuck is it so difficult for most of us to get along in the world? Wars are fought every day. People are thrown off their land just for being who they are. People strap bombs to their bodies and blow up cafes just because of what other people are. Dudes shoot other dudes because of what both dudes think."

I'd say it's because people are so different that it becomes impossible for each other to get along - after all they may have nothing in common.

That said, I'm willing to bet that 99 percent of the people that black gay midget comes into contact with every day have little in common with him. I mean they may be midgets. They may be gay. They may be black.

But I'm guessing that if he runs into one person a year who truly understands the black gay midget experience, it's a lot.

Yet, there he was, happily walking down the Place de la Comedie while I pondered the differences between powdered and cubed sugar.