Picking on the South... and your daily Dellums Watch

Over on Mark Shea's blog I read this story of Suthruners griping that the Big Bad Northern Libruls are making fun of them already. Some New York politico says "well, Mississippi gets more than its share of federal funding, but who wants to live in Mississippi?"

Fair question. Here in Oakland we have tons of people who DID live in Mississippi, aked themselves the same question, and up and left.

I have often said the same about West Virginia (Byrdland?), and the same holds true for just about any of the miserable holes on the other side of Lake Tahoe. In fact, I generally apply it to the Northeast, too (New England makes me buggy in a way that the South doesn't).

Look, of all the provinces of the confederation, the Southern ones are the most interesting (in that, well, if I can't live in California sort of way). However, these Southerners sound a little less than men whining about snide New Yorkers. After all, say what you want about Southern corruption: New Yorkers will be saying "Governor Spitzer." Frankly, I'd rather have Ron Dellums (pht! sptl!pfffthat!).

Speaking of Ron Dellums (pht! sptl! pfffthat!), there was a picture of him on the front page of the paper yesterday. He was surrounded by victorious Democrats. Going even beyond that irritating "how sweet it is" face that he has sported around here, Dellums is looking positively ecstatic, in the way that a dessicated cadaver can look ecstatic, with his face turned up, his eyes rolling to Heaven, and his hands folded in prayer: oh, yes, Ron, "thank God for the Democrat victories."

No, Ron, your master is down below.

Anyway, not wanting to hold ill-will towards the man, let's pray ourselves:

Lord, please bring about the conversion of Ron Dellums, may he repent of his sins, join the Catholic Church, gain a plenary indulgence, and have a happy death. May he go to Heaven and meet you face to face. In your time, Lord, but we wouldn't holler if you aimed for the sooner rather than the later. Amen.