A Nation of Wussies

Pennsylvania Governor Ed Rendell was more than a little pissed off about the early cancellation of Sunday night's game in Philadelphia versus the Vikings due to an anticipated blizzard that hit the east coast. And I have to say, that while I initially understood the reason for the postponement, I couldn't agree with Rendell more, especially in light of the fact that the cancellation took place 9½ hours before game time before any snow had fallen, and as Rendell says in the clip below, they had more than enough time to make the call later in the day if they needed to, as happens in baseball.



And let's remember that it was the NFL that made this decision, not the mayor of Philadelphia or any government official before we get any "nanny state" whiners trying to misplace blame.

Sweet, Sweet Sounds

Palin Booed at Philadelphia Flyers Game

It's like music to my ears...



And once again, Palin used props Piper and Willow, who had the privilege of listening to an arena full of non-screened individuals soundly boo the shit out of Mommy Mooselini. And you know what? I have no sympathy for them. If Palin wants to continue to use her family as a backdrop for the "hockey mom" meme, this is what they have to deal with.

Of course, Flyers management (probably at the insistence of owner Ed Snider) tried to drown out the crowd with some very loud fanfare music throughout the honorary puck dropping ceremony, but it didn't work. We heard what we heard, no spinning this one.

Video of "The Speech"

That's what I'm calling it. Just "The Speech."

Barack Obama
"A More Perfect Union"

Constitution Center

Philadelphia, PA - March 18th, 2008

Update (10:40pm): This comes from Lars Thorwald at Daily Kos:

It is possible that we will have a President who not only will speak in full, complete sentences, but who will do so in a manner that is eloquent, and who will also be articulate and eloquent in delivering words he is intelligent enough to know, understand, and use in a speech he is capable of writing
himself.

...After seven years of the worst crumble-bumblings of the nattering nabob from Crawford, think about that.