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In which our intrepid correspondent waxes poetic about Labor Day. Stop. Stop. I'm getting all teary here.

In which our intrepid correspondent cites examples of why he is perfectly content not to be running for president - and of his understanding of why you probably agree for totally different reasons.

In which our intrepid correspondent makes some snarky remarks about the only race left for intelligent political discourse. Which he studiously avoids.

In which our intrepid correspondent offers up some unsolicited advice to the legions of whale rescuers: leave them alone!

In which our intrepid correspondent is once again is mesmerized by the fact that Congress is up to its old tricks.

In which our intrepid correspondent just won't get off his "the center has left, right" kick and tells us more. Lucky us.

In which our intrepid correspondent praises the Democrats for getting all of their ducks in a row. Of course, it is duck hunting season.

In which our intrepid correspondent tries to gather some clues as to the identity of the guy working out of the White House these days.

In which our intrepid correspondent ponders the possibility of an irascible yet lovable fill-in for Paul Harvey playing hard to get (to vote for).

In which our intrepid correspondent questions the Administration's practice of firing perfectly good legal minds and replacing them with roommates of horse race association grooms.

In which our intrepid correspondent muses about a change in "staying the course" in Iraq that promises to please nobody, which just might please everybody.

In which our intrepid correspondent is determined to greet 2007 by coming up with a list of resolutions he is confident he can keep.

In which our intrepid correspondent illuminates why that now the campaign is over, the biggest winners are we television viewers.

In which our intrepid correspondent, solely as a public service, enumerates a few of the missteps of the Bush Administration in regards to the misadventure that is Iraq.

In which our intrepid correspondent gets to the bottom of who's zooming who in the whole ugly Mark Foley affair.

In which our intrepid correspondent reflects on the true meaning of the Christmas Season, which apparently is to grab as much as you can as fast as possible and damn everybody else.

In which our intrepid correspondent REdiscovers the greatest gift of the XMAS season is the gift of giving and beating down a clichéd premise like a rented mule.

In which our intrepid correspondent regards the Iraq Study Group Report and its effect on our President with less than irrational exuberance.

In which our intrepid correspondent delves deep into the quagmire of Iraq to extract a wealth of positive news.

In which our intrepid correspondent investigates our president's faulty intelligence.