Rushed thoughts on a rushed night…
(1) Good lord…ENOUGH!
President Obama is arriving in Ottawa tomorrow, and I’m already SICK TO DEATH of all the coverage. For pity’s sake, the man is going to be here for roughly seven bloody hours! One brief press conference…everything else behind closed doors. Closed office doors, closed limousine doors, closed airplane doors.
If Jesus, Ghandi, AND Mohammed returned to Earth (simultaneously) for seven hours…would THEY get the news coverage and attention Obama is getting from the Canadian media? It’s the most glorified “hello” in two decades. There will be no Shamrock Summit-style singing, no Trudeau-vs-Nixon “asshole” issues, no secret golf dates a la Clinton & Chretien. It’s nothing but an over-baked fly by…yet you’d think some kind of cross between the Paris Peace Conference AND Vatican II was about to take place.
Ladies & gentlemen…take a deep, DEEP breath. Friday will come around, and you’ll wonder what all the fuss was about. Speaking of which…next item…
(2) I’m still thinking about what to write…
…about the Battlestar Galactica episode No Exit. Is it the ultimate reveals-everything episode that we have been waiting nearly five years to witness…or is it the most crass, unbelievably rushed info dump in the HISTORY of info dumps?
In other words…I remain undecided. So give me another couple of days to decide…in the mean time, you can always distract yourself with the wall-to-wall Obama coverage.
I’d say go read a book…but I’ve inhaled THREE over the last five days. It isn’t helping. :-/
