Having spent the previous two entries banging on the Bushies, let me take a moment to say that I don’t particularly care that Condi Rice was buying shoes and taking in a Broadway show the other day. She’s Secretary of State, which if I remember correctly means that she deals with the rest of the world. One doesn’t want to excuse the “it’s not my department” sort of thinking in a general sense, of course, but in this case it really isn’t her department. Also, she probably had those Spamalot tickets for weeks, since before Katrina was even a tropical depression. Basically, there are so many legitimate things to be outraged about with what’s going down South that this just seems like an unnecessary expenditure of bile.