Politico

It's hard to blog when your laptop is dead. But I need a break from databases, so here's a story:

I don't really like to talk politics, or listen to anyone else do it, so I'm taken a wee bit aback lately when I run into my friend Barry.

Barry is one of the nicest people you will ever meet. He's a tiny Turkish immigrant (I think) who always has a smile on his face. He's a really good-hearted guy who helps everyone and usually leaves you feeling like the world is an ok place.

Until recently. Apparently I've known Barry long enough for him to start talking politics with me. One day we pass each other on the quad and instead of the usual pleasantries he starts telling me an honestly woeful, desconsolate tale about all the red-tape he has had to deal with since 9/11. "I fill out this form and they say I have to have a US citizen vouch for me, and I wonder 'Who can do this?' and I have to think..."

The normally jovial and docile man's eyes light up maniacally as he recounts his revelation, "I know! Jiorge Boosh!!! A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!"

Now, Barry's a wonderful guy and I feel for him, but at this point he seems maybe a hair saner than Cobra Commander. Gotta go. Gotta go. And so I wrapped up our conversation and scuttered off.

If you know Barry, don't mention our story. He's too nice a man.