Friday, September 28, 2007
Do something nice today. Find a hobo and blow him.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Do not go sifting through the comments in the post below. Do not seek out deeply disturbing photo links provided by Fried Wire.
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
I need to go back to watching ESPN in the morning.
Incidentally, the missus and I had an awesome brunch at Sylvia's during a visit to Harlem while on our honeymoon. We even met Sylvia, who signed a cookbook for Amy and dispensed some marital wisdom. The food and the overall vibe were great, and we were amazed that the menu included stuff besides fried chicken and watermelon.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Tears of laughter after my stoned, playin’-hooky-on-a-Friday ass walked into this headline.
I realize it’s Happy Friday, but I’m trying to decide what pisses me off more -- weak, vain, stupid, gullible Democrats or the liberal media.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
And swooning over Petraeus. Fucking clowns.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
This shit is going to give me a fucking aneurism.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Sure this sounds great, but is there any doubt that they’ll cave to the White House?
Friday, September 14, 2007
Still too busy to blog (at least for this morning), but feel free to "throw down" in the comments.
Monday, September 10, 2007
I'm slammed with work today.
What's going on with the Petraeus charade? I've only been able to skim.
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Thursday, September 06, 2007
Given the massive disaster that is the Republican Party, I’m not exactly going out on a limb here when I predict that Thompson is going to chunk it big time – and soon. The downfall of his presidential campaign will be either the result of a fatal gaffe captured for all the world to see on You Tube (al la Macaca), or the release of a nasty skeleton from his closet by the progressive blogosphere. There you have it. Enjoy the show.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Get ready for a lot more of this.
Monday, September 03, 2007
Watch her lose her cool.
These are very bad people -- the worst that have ever slithered through the halls of power.
(Notice Russert’s nervous, intimidated smile. Sick stuff.)