One of the promises I made to myself when I started this blog was to avoid politics. I hate politics. In fact, I hate politics so much, I can honestly say that I would rather do my taxes, or go shopping, than get involved in politics.
However I could not avoid noticing today's photos of Lewis "Scooter" Libby on crutches after his indictment on Friday. I'm not posting about the indictment, or what it means to the future of my country (I'll leave that up to the windbags at home who, thankfully, can't shout loud enough to be heard in Thailand).
First, even though I recently broke a bone in my foot and am also still on crutches, I'm not Libby so don't start flaming on at me. How can I prove this? Well, first, there's a picture of me in Shenzhen in my October 19th post. I don't think I look anything like the guy in the above picture. In fact, I don't think anyone in the October 19th photo looks like that guy.
Second, if you really know me, you already know that I wouldn't be caught dead with anyone as unattractive as the lady in the red dress (above photo). I have much higher standards than that. Specifically, I would rather be seen with ladies like the one on the left in the Shenzhen photo (not Bargitta, though, I'm her boss and she is a teriffic sales executive; moreover I am unforgivingly intolerant of workplace harassment ).
I tried to research the Web on why that guy is on crutches in the first place. Oddly, I could only find 2 items on the whole Internet, and the most specific one (reprted by the Idaho Press-Tribune on October 26th) has already been yanked off the Web (if you don't believe me, try this link). But the Internet never forgets, so I was able to retrieve this fragment:
"Libby has been on crutches after breaking a bone in his foot."
