Lemme get this straight: Caroline Kennedy, who hasn’t been elected so much as dogcatcher of anywhere, wants to be appointed to the soon-to-be-open Senate seat from New York? And her lack of qualifications have ruffled enough feathers that she has hired a political consultant to do some “convincing” for her?

Any day now, the liberal masses that just recently recovered from their convulsions at the thought of a certain elected Governor of Alaska being elected Vice President will no doubt completely lose their minds at this travesty.

I won’t hold my breath.

Soon-to-be-former Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich or former Attorney General Janet Reno? Tough call…could go either way.

Michael Lewis wrote one of the best sports books as well as one of the best business books ever: Moneyball. He has an outstanding article at Portfolio.com about the current financial trainwreck and the stratospheric levels of ignorance and greed on Wall Street that caused it, and also alludes to the elephant in the room that no one will talk about:

In Bakersfield, California, a Mexican strawberry picker with an income of $14,000 and no English was lent every penny he needed to buy a house for $720,000.

Raising a two-year-old is awesome. And sometimes frustrating. To wit, the following exchange, which happens daily:

Braden (holding a book): “You read it.” [what he really means is he is going to read it]

Me: “Are you going to read the book?”

Braden: “Okay” [still not down with ‘yes’…but he is all over ‘no’]

Me: “Then you say ‘I read it’…you say me [I’m trying to point to him, but I’ve almost confused myself]

The 2.5 second window of opportunity for the book to be the center of attention has now expired…

Braden: “Play cars with you?” [meaning, you guessed it, play with me, whereas ‘me’ is Braden, not your humble author]

Me [now me = humble author]: “Braden, you say me and I say you”

Braden: “You” […with a look that says something along the lines of ‘Dad, we play cars everyday, this isn’t hard’]

Me: “Yes. Braden, you say ‘play cars with me’”

Braden: “Play cars with me.”

Me: “That’s right!”

Braden: “Play trains…with you.”

I’m sure there is a way to get this point across without digressing into a Who’s On First verbal ping-pong game, but I have yet to figure out how.

After quietly mocking social networking sites like Facebook, Myspace, Twitter and their ilk, I finally broke down and joined Facebook.

I’m off to take a cold shower to cleanse my shame…after I finish updating my Facebook profile and troll for some friends.

Update [10 months later]: Upon further review, Facebook deserves to be mocked.