Hah! Tomorrow morn, the Chef at the hotel patio is going to make my special breakfast sandwich, even though he'll be working in the main kitchen instead of out front where the breakfast buffet and the omelet pan is. That's really special because that sandwich is not on their menu in any way, shape or form. You become a regular at a Marriott Hotel dining room and it is just a matter of time before they spoil you rotten. That's a fact.
I'm about halfway through reading former FBI Gene Riehl's novel, "Sleeper". It deals with a female North Korean assasin...she was born an American, but doesn't know it. Riehl writes a complex book, but that's what counterterrorism is: complex. As is terrorism itself.
As is the Mideast. At this point, it's very hard to tell just what Bush has set off in those countries with his attack on Iraq over the non-existant WMDs. Very hard. Meanwhile, a minimum of two of our troops are killed every day, to say nothing of the number of Iraqis who also die.
And now we learn about Bush and Ashcroft's quiet Unit that deals with religion. Which really torques me. Everything about this administration torques me.
Additionally, San Diego's mayoral problems go on and on. The new City Atty is raising all kinds of hell. The newly appointed pension board may or may not release the info necessary for the audit to be completed so the city can begin to get out of the finanacial mess it's in...and the freight train engineers are about to be attacked by the wealthy downtown residents they wake in the dead of night by blowing those whistles long and loud at intersections. One resident calls one of the engineers a s.o.b. sadist.
Ah, the joy of city living!