I’m having a bit of an Abba moment courtesy of TRex last night. It didn’t take much and the dogs and I were dancing around our empty living-room (which is in the process of being painted) to Dancing Queen this morning. I was going to try and justify this by trying to prove I had indie street cred to burn and buttress my opinion with the fandom of John Lennon and Pete Townsend, also big Abba fans, but realized it was all just hopeless rationalization. I admit it, Fernando makes me want to grab a carbine and a copy of For Whom the Bell Tolls and join the International Brigade. You know you’re in trouble when even your own dogs are looking at you like you’re a giant dork.

The other thing that has dominated my weekend is a conversation I keep having with people that we are in the midst of a constitutional crisis and that nobody in a position to do anything about it seems to be aware of it. The President has gone completely lawless and out of control, and the Democratic majority in the House and Senate can’t seem to get their act together. There is no branch of government with the power to check him, or at least no willingness to use the power that they have to do so. I realize that progressives seem to wake up and smell the collective coffee sooner than others (we were onto that crap war rather early), but what kind of recklessness is it going to take before they do anything? I truly do believe the only thing keeping us out of war with Iran is the fact that the military just won’t stand for it. It’s frightening when the guys whose business is war are the only things keeping the country out of another one.

From Abba to Dubya, the floor seems quite wide open for what’s been occupying your mind this weekend.