Open Mic

As I scan across the headlines, the bloglines, the leftlines, and the right, I find myself a bit bored by the news this morning. Maybe I'm just sick of it all. Call it: Jill Carroll Fatigue. I'm hoping Bill Frist can diagnose my illness, but he seems too busy giving interviews of late. Time and The Times, jeez. We certainly don't need a video tape to diagnose that his political career is in an irreversible coma. You know, I'd go to an Iraqi health clinic for my fatigue, but it seems we can't even get that right. I don't know, maybe what I really need is to watch yesterday's Meet the Press again. While the McCain squirm was priceless, it was the truth of General Zinni that really had my Mastercard humming. But don't despair blog-friends my news-fatigue may have more to do with distraction than illness. Game one, of the season that is baseball, is upon us, so by tonight when the Yankees take the field all will be fine. That is, if I can put the fact that Katie Couric is landing the Evening News job out of my head, then all will be fine. Seriously, they are kidding right?

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Disclaimer: I hereby reserve the right to re-blog on any of the above topics if the mood strikes. Thank you, and welcome to Monday.