So, our Messiah is "satisfied, but not pleased." That's funny, because I'm not pleased either. But what's more, neither am I satisfied. I think that has to do with "the light on the horizon" that Obama referred to during his 100 Days speech which, alas, is the "transformation of America."I don't want my country "transformed." I thought it was chugging along just fine as it was before the Messiah (but not, he begs you to remember, a "miracle worker") won the keys to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.
Incidentally, if there's any "light on the horizon" with regard to Arlen Specter's defection, it's the honesty involved in his decision. After lying to us repeatedly since 1980 about being a Republican, Specter now has total freedom to be what he's always been: a twat. But an honest twat, at long last.
T-Mobile, a cell phone tariff company, regularly stages what's known colloquially as a "flash mob," where people gather in a public place, like the London subway system or a high-traffic train station like Victoria, Waterloo or Liverpool Street, and sporadically start dancing. Word of "flash mobs" spread by the usual mediums: Facebook and MySpace. In 2007, the Metropolitan Police quite understandably decided that enough was enough with regard to this mobile clubbing—considering people actually use public transportation to get to and from places they need to be, not to be caught up in a flashdancing mob—and have clamped down on such activity.
Which means that T-Mobile has to apply for a permit to stage their remarkably annoying "flash mob" commercials.
I suppose it's trying to make the best of a rubbish music scene combined with the lack of sunshine that makes some Brits want to dance in a train station and, amazingly, consider it a good time. Honestly, don't these people have anything better to do?
T-Mobile's slogan is "Life's for Sharing." I can think of things I'd like to share with them, but they are, wouldn't you know it, unmentionable.
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