Does the name "Igli" ring any bells?

Well, they could, but it may be sufficient that he is no more incompetent than usual.

So Dick hands George his sceptre. "Here you are, George. It's all yours."

"Anything important happened?"

"No, nothing." Dick checks his watch. "One thing though."

"Yes?"

"The nukes land in fifteen minutes." Dick dashes foir the door. Outside, a helicoper engine is running.

Okay, for those of us insufficiently cool, who was Igli in the Heinlein canon?

Ultimately there was nothing left of Igli but a smear of grease on the hero's fingers. When he told the tale, the hearers dubbed him a mathematician.

Personally, I think the comparison to Igli is misplaced. Bush has never shown any distress at having his foot in his mouth.

Xopher @ 11 - Thank you. Glory Road is a long time ago for this tired memory.

There are a lot of things I will be grateful for throughout my life, but the fact that my dad gets regular colonoscopies is way up there on that list, because if he hadn't bothered, I'd be lighting a yahrzeit candle for him.

Meet the new boss. . .

Lovely.

An older generation of medical pros, particularly psychiatrists, still think Inflammatory Bowel Disease is all in yer head. Which shows that they too possess the anatomical confusion alluded to here.

Old-line Republican warns 'something's in the works' to trigger a police state

oh my.

1. He isn't perfect in ANY way.
2. He probably doesn't HAVE a perfect asshole either.
3. I wonder if the doctors will guess right about which end of him to look in?

Last time I got a colonoscopy I was clean, so they set my next one for 5 years later. That seems to be the standard interval for colon cancer screens.

Two hours and a half? Mine never took that long.

They didn't have to extract the Vice President before running the scope up in your case.

I get the distinct impression that Expert Opinion holds that men are at higher risk than women for colon cancer. Whether there's anything to back that up is an open question; it may be the same kind of expert opinion that was so sure that women didn't have heart attacks.

Interesting. I somewhat wonder if that was due to historic dietary differences that are less the case now, in the case of colon cancer. E.g., women having less alcohol and possibly less red meat.

Of course, there'd be a counterbalancing effect in terms of women living long enough to get colon cancer. This is, of course, all speculation, and I'm not a doctor (in about 5 years I'll be a doctor of computer science, but I *still* won't get to have opinions, except on whether or not students get to pass...)

Honestly, Libby doesn't need a pardon. He is quite likely to get a vaguely defined consulting or "strategic leadership" job from some conservative think tank with Bush Sr. on the board, which will pay his fine and let him work (or, perhaps more accurately, not work) from home for his period of supervised release.

I'm guessing supervised release means an ankle bracelet, and not getting to leave home except under certain circumstances, like Martha got?

Alas, they only become routine when you reach a certain age (50?). If they did them for younger people, my brother might've made it past 40. )-:

I mean, maybe Bush's tax-breaks helped you enough to where you would want to varnish the "probe," but I took it pretty hard this year, and I've still got the funny walk to prove it.

(sorry for the thread-jack. I'll stop now)

You may still think that a laquered probe is preferable to a splintery one. But neither one of them is a favor to the body corporeal. (Now the body politic on the other hand...)

It's also the active ingredient in poison oak, which is a spectacular red/orange/gold in the fall. It gets people who go out looking for 'fall color' in California.

They'll need an Ear, Nose & Throat specialist for that.

Please. They'd hi-five each other and break open a fifth of Jack Daniels.

Ar you thinking of the same person I am?

As for Libby, as far as I know, the reason he didn't get a full pardon is because that would leave the Administration vulnerable to compelled testimony from him since he'd no longer be incriminating himself over Plamegate. Of course, the response then would likely be another outrage to the dignity of the Constitution over blocked testimony via unlimited executive privilege.

PS: Hmm, even "Ducks and runs" takes on a new meaning in the context of this discussion. Argh! This is starting to segue into one of Jim's medical threads.

However ...

Is it too much to hope that the surgeons subtly botched the polyp removal and that W will hereafter and for the rest of his life suffer from hemorrhoids?

One of those "I don't really want to find out the answer" questions -- If Cheney ordered something like a nuclear strike as soon as W went under, would he be obeyed? I gather that technically he'd have the authority.

Don't know if there is any real adult supervision in the current crowd.

Well, you could maybe hope that one of the polyps was of a nature that will require chemo for several months. (Not, in fact, an unusual result.) I'm not mean enough to wish him the side-effects my mother had, because then we'd end up with President Cheney, a conclusion devoutly not to be wished.

I'll wish him the side effects my mother had: almost uncontrollable diarrhea due to some sort of bacterial takeover, presumably from not-entirely-clean implements. Took them a couple of months to figure out what was going on and feed her the appropriate antibiotics.

"Bush Colonoscopy Normal - Search For Brain Continues"

It's the large meteorite scenario that's worrying. I don't think Cheney would wait for evidence, with an excuse like that, while at least reading about goats would give us all a little time.

He was later Secretary of State for Reagan, where, as you say, he told reporters he was 'in control' when Reagan had been shot.

That's what happened to my mother (the first time, it stopped after a day; second time, two days; third time, not) but she got a blood clot in the leg (DVT, probably) and it was downhill from there.

That's what happened to my mother (the first time, it stopped after a day; second time, two days; third time, not) but she got a blood clot in the leg (DVT, probably) and it was downhill from there.

(If this is a double post, it's because my compter keeps trying to do an update-restart)

If you have to be awake, see if you can talk them into turning the viewscreen so you can see it. IMO, internal scans are always better if you get to watch. (Of course, I also think that about root canal. Your mileage may vary.)

So did I. What they did was give me a drug that scrambles short-term memory so that I basically didn't remember any discomfort. Hmm... Isn't that the normal state of affairs for Chimpy?

I vaguely racall making some comment to the doctor, while watching the procedure onscreen, about the appendix being intended to digest grass or something. Though IMO, the procedure was not a big deal (and I have to do another one soon), but the preparation for it was very unpleasant. I especially liked when the nurse brought me a pitcher of laxative, and cheerfully told me to "call when this one is out, and we'll bring you another."