Today I was entertaining a friend from America, and I suggested we have lunch at the Royal Standard. Later I realized it was the second Fat Tuesday in a row I've spent at the haunted pub.
Weird, huh?
Anyway, we had an interesting lunch, aside from the atmosphere. We talked about politics, American style. Both of us are convinced we've only seen the tip of the iceberg, to borrow a pre-global warming cliché. There's a lot more going on in the Bush administration than the public is aware—and what we do know is bad enough. Signing statements, fired DOJ lawyers, the stealth-of-night repeal of posse comitatus—where's it all leading, we wondered, wedging our fears between morsels of pie and chips.
I'm sure it wasn't the first time conspiracies were discussed at the Royal Standard.
Hopefully, this time we were on the side of the winners, not the losers.
