Probably Uncalled For...  

Man, how freakin easy is this one? For a president worthy of neither honor nor memorial, somehow, even this works. The city of San Francisco is looking to name its state-of-the-art sewage plant after George W. Bush, and why the hell not? For a man so full of s**t and void of shame, even a sewage treatment plant seems lofty, but it has a better ring to it than the M. Night Shyamalan Sewage Plant. M. Night would not so much treat the sewage as he would simply continue smearing it on film and charging eight bucks a pop to see it, so in the end it become a bit counter-productive. I'm not exactly sure this would bring a tear to his eye, but I wonder if Dubya is wondering if, when the wind picks up just right in that neighborhood, if people will automatically, if not wistfully, think back to the eight years he treated this country and its constitution like a tent spike. The idea goes to the voters in San Francisco, with the plan calling for a January 20 name change, marked by the simultaneous flushing of toilets across the city. Flush once for me, should this go through...

 

Speaking of raw sewage, how about our Supreme Court? Thank god someone stepped in to help Exxon Mobil's bottom line. Since I can only afford to buy like one share of stock every six months thanks to things like $4.30/gallon gas, you had better believe it's going toward oil company stock.

 

The High Court, so dubbed because they must be smoking better stuff than I have ever laid hands on, recently cut the 1989 punitive damages award against Exxon down to around $500 million. The original award was $5 billion, but that was cut in half by a federal appeals court in California. I guess the justices figured they might as well, as Exxon Mobil has managed to pay very little of that judgement out over the last nineteen years. Besides, when we are supposedly entering an age of increased demand for accountability in corporate America, how does the Supreme Court making up rules as they go to cut a break for a company that thought nothing of unleashing a supertanker captained by a drunk exactly set the pace?