FYI: The photo is of Luke Russert, son of Tim Russert. It was taken by Alex Wong and provided by Reuters.
I did not pay for this, as I am a cat and have no money.
Now back to the show . . .
For my entire life I spent almost every Sunday morning while Karen flipped between Face the Nation and Meet the Press. It's just what we do here at I Don't Pretend to be an Ordinary Cat.
Sunday's broadcast brought back so many memories. My personal favorite was Russert nailing Chertoff (who I swear looks like those Nazis in Raiders of the Lost Art when their faces are being melted off by the Ark of the Covenant) over the slow assistance after hurricane Katrina. I also like the "is there anything in your past which would make your nomination for presidency an embarrassment" question to ole slick Willie circa 1991.
I don't want to repeat what everyone else is saying. But let's face it: Tim Russert was by far the fairest interviewer in the American media. We have lost more than what we realize.
Youtube has the Sunday's show if you'd like to see it.
Anyway . . .
Have you heard about this?
Does this mean I can't cite articles from Associated Press anymore?
What happens if I continue?
Are they going to sue me?
What do they expect to get? I'm a cat. I own nothing, as I am far too important for property responsibilities.
I guess they could sue Karen.
"Don't even bring me into this," Karen said to me. "My name better not be affiliated with your blog if I'm going to be sued over a violation of fair use."
S0, fellow bloggers, what are your plans? How do you guys interpret this ridiculousness?
Anyway . . .
More on My Circumstances
So as you know I'm temporarily living at Karen's parent's house. This is OK, except for one thing:
The small one.
Every morning the small one (who they call Sofie) comes over. This wouldn't be a problem except she is very predatory and I spend most of those hours looking over my shoulder, hoping that she isn't behind me, making an attempt at my life.
It just isn't fair. She's allowed to come after me, going for my tail or ears, but if I so much as hiss in response, I'm the "bad" one.
There are just some things I don't understand.
"And so we go on, boats against the current, borne ceaslessly into the past . . . "