Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Put your name on it, a**hole
Nice try, Anonymous. Remind me to speak with Mr. Porsche M. Key about standards of comment moderation. No "expert" attacks from the conveniently anonymous who, for all we know, may be another of Glenn Greenwald's sock-puppets.
Surely there are genuine experts who would be willing to offer a critique of my writing ("pronounced grandiosity" . . . "expansive mood" . . . "suggestions of persecution") and will immediately begin proceedings to have me involuntarily committed for treatment . . .
Hey, didn't Ken Kesey write a book about that?
Franken and the future
NTCNews notes the Minnesota Supreme Court results adding another superstar of Roland Burris proportions to the US Senate.
The Minnesota blog of record, PowerLine, has the sober, mature review. A less sober, immature view of situtations like this is to be found here, [NSFW]:
What to do? Thoughts include:
- Tea Party participation. Got plans?
- Supporting Republican gubernatorial candidates in NJ and VA.
- Going Galt on the economy.
- Venting on effingconservatives as required. Unload your Tourettes impulses there in the comments with us.
- Make Congresscritters sick of hearing from me.
VF on Sarah Palin, Part I
The consensus [among McCa8in campaign personnel] is that Palin's rollout . . . went more or less fine . . .Wrong. The botched rollout set the stage for every subsequent error by the campaign staff. As I said within days of her announcement, they should have called an impromptu press conference immediately after her first Ohio rally.
The reporters would have had no chance to research their "gotcha" questions. The traveling media would have been pleased merely to be present at such a historic press conference, and would have hesitated to attack. The reporters from whom Palin took questions would have been grateful. And she would have bought herself at least a week before she could have been accused of "dodging" the press.
Republican "media strategists" don't understand the press, and for a simple reason: You could throw a hand grenade into a meeting of GOP "media strategists" with the calm assurance that among the dead and wounded, there would only be perhaps one or two who'd ever worked a day as a reporter.
If Gov. Palin wanted to hire a press secretary who really knows how a reporter thinks, she would get in touch with Audrey Hudson of The Washington Times, who once did a stint as a press secretary on Capitol Hill.
(BTW, that "hand grenade" stuff was just a figure of speech, not a serious suggestion. I disavow responsibility for any extremist who misunderstands the intent of such rhetoric. The legal department forced me to add this disclaimer. Damned lawyers.)
If Andrew Sullivan is not stupid . . .
'I Owe You Six Beers'
Entrepeneurship is about opportunity. This unsolicited praise presented an opportunity which I was keen to exploit in my e-mail reply:
Your praise is most welcome. It was a pleasure and duty to call him what he is.
Please examine the sidebar of the blog until you find a link to that which we bloggers call a "tip jar." Pretend that you and I are in a bar -- a swanky sort of place, with linen tablecloths, silverware, fine stemware, etc. -- and that you are buying me those six beers. The waitress is a smokin' hot 21-year-old Georgetown coed who, as it turns out, is an aspiring journalist who raves that she has been reading your blog for years and is, in fact, your No. 1 fan. It happens that she is actually a friend of several of your friends, business associates and clients.Think about this, and the impression you wish to leave, as this waitress -- did I mention that she's one of those Irish-Catholic redheads with the big gazongas? -- presents the check for those six beers you bought me. Also, I had the $12 quesadilla appetizer. So when you click that link to the tip jar, just think about what that redhead might say to your friends if you tip like a cheapskate bastard.
And incidentally, isn't it amazing that nobody's ever tried to hire me as a humor columnist?
-- RSM
The anticipation of (partial) remuneration in the future was an element of this fiscal calculation, but the inescapable logic was: You can't shoot a fireworks show without fireworks, and you can get a lot more bang for your bucks if you buy early. To a fireworks man, a dollar in May is worth $5 on the Fourth of July.
Much of this was explained to my friend, who's hosting the Third Annual Camp FUBAR Fourth of July Fireworks & BBQ Blowout on the shores of Alabama's beautiful Lake Weiss. (Free camping space is available, and good hotel accommodations are a short drive away.) My friend was explaining that some guy gave him $20 and another guy has promised . . .
"Darryl, you're Guido from the Mob. Shake 'em down. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Every day closer we get to the Fourth of July, the more those worthless sons of bitches are spending that money on beer or sunblock or whatever else they spend their money on besides paying for the show they can watch for free. Tell 'em anything you have to tell 'em. Put the squeeze on those bastards. Just get the money now . . ."
Well, much further discussion followed. People have no idea how shameful it is for me to have to shake the tip jar like this, knowing full well that there are "media strategists" -- who don't know as much or work as hard -- getting paid incredible salaries to do badly jobs that I could do better for less. Trust me, my average daily earnings as a freelance journalist/blogger don't equal what the communications director of the Republican National Committee spends to get her nails done.
I resent the hell out of this reality, but all I know to do is to work even harder today than I worked yesterday, while trying figure out how I can work even harder tomorrow. The Fourth of July, however, involves the kind of work that I love to do most -- to fill the sky with pyrotechnical beauty -- and so I'm shaking the tip jar today like Guido from the Mob.
Yesterday, God sent a blessed lady to hit my tip jar, but the realities of PayPal are such that it takes two or three days to process a transaction. The money you put in the tip jar today (Tuesday) won't reach my bank account until Friday, and showtime is sundown Saturday.
Hundreds of cheapskate bastards will get a free show, simply because they happen to be at the lake Saturday, just like hundreds of cheapskate bastards are reading the work of An Acknowledged Master of English Prose Composition, merely because they happened to click a link off some other blog where they don't hit the tip jar.
Maybe you're a conservative, wondering why the Left is kicking our ass online. Look in the mirror. What the hell have you done? But don't blame yourself. Blame me.
It is my all fault. Who knows why or how, but by some act of commission or omission, I have either done the wrong thing or failed to do everything I possibly could. I'm 49 years old, and Billy Mays died the other day at 50, so I may not live to light that first fuse Saturday night. However, if I do, then I may live to return to Washington next week and hassle some more IG-Gate news out of my sources on Capitol Hill.
In the meantime, Sporto, you're sitting there with money in your account, and that redheaded waitress with the big gazongas just put the check on the table.
Hit the freaking tip jar now, and hit it like you mean it. Don't make me send Guido after you.
UPDATE 3:15 p.m.: You wanted a show? You paid for a show? Buddy, you just hired the Hardest Working Man in Blog Business:
"If Andrew Sullivan is not stupid . . ."(It's a hypothetical.)
Best 'Birth Canal' Quote of the Year
-- Pundette (mother of seven children)
Monday, June 29, 2009
Thank you, ma'am!
We need reminders about calling the 8 traitors and the RNC. . . .This was obviously a response to the Not One Red Cent answer to the Waxman-Markey Eight. Now, it happens that she hit the tip jar just before I posted my solicitation of $20 contributions, and when I saw the amount of her donation, I felt compelled to send her an e-mail:
Ma'am: The contribution said $200 -- that's not an accidental extra zero, is it? Either way, I'm grateful for your generosity, but wanted to make sure I wasn't taking advantage of an error.To which she quickly replied:
Not an error. I am divying up the money I would usually give the national Republicans. They are getting no more from me. Keep the fight going!Well . . . Heh. I wrote back to tell the generous lady that the fight would most certainly continue, and added that she was an answer to prayer. Before I could even ask, God answered tenfold.
I'm still a few Jacksons shy of my goal, so don't any of you other would-be tipjar-hitters think you're off the hook. Hit me, baby.
Which brings me to my good friend Dan Riehl's criticism that withholding money from the national committees will "only make the problem worse."
That depends, I suppose, on what you consider "the problem" to be. I'm having a very difficult time conceiving how the problem I'm talking about could get "worse."
The Not One Red Cent rebellion is not a tantrum, nor an atavistic gesture, but the only means remaining by which the conservative grassroots can attempt to communicate to the clueless tone-deaf assclowns at GOP-HQ -- did you hear us yet, John Cornyn? -- that their reign of idiocy is at an end.
To quote a country song, the whiskey ain't workin' anymore. And really, it never worked in the first place.
So long as the Democrats were listening to their own clueless tone-deaf assclowns (by which I mean Bob Shrum) and the conservative grassroots were fired up, GOP-HQ could get away with a fair amount of recto-cranial inversion. It is impossible to name a Republican who wouldn't have gotten at least 51% in a national election against John Freaking Kerry, especially with notorious assclown Bob Shrum running the Kerry campaign.
Yet the idiots at GOP-HQ apparently decided that the successful results of the 2004 election qualified them as omniscient political geniuses who could do no wrong. The back-to-back disasters of 2006 and '08 exposed the fallacy of that theory.
Having won elections on the backs of the grassroots -- who manned the phone lines and canvassed the precincts -- the GOP leadership believed itself so superior that they didn't need the grassroots anymore. Ah, but the grassroots are not nearly so stupid as the soi-dissant "leadership" imagines.
Whose name was listed as sponsor of S. 2611? You didn't think we'd forget something like that, did you? Words can scarcely describe the joy of knowing that, whoever wins next year's Pennsylvania Senate election, it won't be Arlen Specter.
The grassroots can always find new leaders. If the leaders think they can repeatedly betray the grassroots without consequence, they'd better think again.
What's wrong at GOP-HQ? Basically, they've forgotten whose party it is. A political party is not the property of elected officials, but of the people who elected them. How else to explain Cornyn's decision that he -- and not Republican primary voters -- should choose the party's Senate candidate in Florida?
At least Cornyn is an elected official. Not so the strategists and consultants and other hired hands whose wrongheaded advice leads to such disastrous moves as the national committee trying to handpick a senator in a key state 15 months before the primary.
Those consultants are getting paid good money to tell Republican leaders how to destroy their party. That lady in New Mexico says, Not One Red Cent. If John Cornyn isn't listening to that lady now, I guarantee that on the morning of Nov. 3, 2010, he'll wish he had. Because there are many, many thousands of grassroots conservatives who feel the same way. (And they should hit the tip jar, too.)
In the words of a famous Cuban-American, Mr. Cornyn, Say hello to my leetle friend: Good luck beating that with Charlie Crist. Having demonstrated that Cornyn has backed the losing horse in Florida, let's reiterate what I said in my letter to the NRCC's Pete Sessions:
On a close vote of such tremendous importance, one of the last-resort means of enforcing party discipline is for leaders to inform wavering caucus members that those who defy the leadership by voting with the other party will thereby forfeit financial support for their future re-election campaigns. If the NRCC failed to deliver such a message to the eight Republicans who voted for Waxman-Markey, then this is a failure for which the NRCC must be held accountable.This was a bad bill for which no one could vote with a clean conscience, and no Republican should have voted for it. Guarantee you if Tom DeLay were still in Congress, there would have been eight dead Republicans in the cloakroom before there would have been eight Republican votes for the Monstrosity From Hell That Will Destroy the American Economy.
The NRCC must publicly repudiate the Waxman-Markey Eight, and I'm not seeing any press releases yet, so therefore . .
NOT ONE RED CENT!
And HIT THE TIP JAR! UPDATE: I'd already linked Donald Douglas twice on this, but Cornyn's pet Charlie Crist is in a dead heat with Marco Rubio among voters who know both. The awesome power of NRCC's endorsement is not exactly impressive, is it?
WTF the Madoff cash?
Insty links the Corner mentioning what a curiously difficult time the prosecutors are having coming up with the loot.
This blog will be the first to go on record, betting a cup of coffee (assuming I can still trade my car by then to buy one if I lose the bet) that in, say, 42 months, there is a little bit of Article 2, Section 2 action coming from a certain Constitutional Law Professor:
and he shall have Power to Grant Reprieves and Pardons for Offenses against the United States, except in Cases of Impeachment.
Connecting the dots is left as an exercise for the reader, as this blog would not be caught dead in a tinfoil hat, don't you know.
Fred Thompson Clips
Roundup of clips from his show today. Voting for him in the Republican Primary was a real treat last year. Granted, he was out of the race, but what a refreshing thing, to vote one's conscience! So, if this draws comments, I'll see about rounding him up more often. Nothing earth-shaking here, but so well delivered. If you've only time for one, recommend the first.
- Lightning Round. This edition of the lightning Fred and Jeri talk about; Iran, Cap-and-Trade, David Letterman, North Korean inspections, democrats claim that cap-and-trade will generate jobs.
- Family Values Rant. Fred Thompson discusses how the liberal press is obsessed with the idea that the Republican Party can’t claim to be the party of family values anymore and that “preachy republicans” can’t be critical over the left’s stance on family values. Fred asks the questions: Who are these “preachy republicans,” and why is there this concept that democrats should get a free pass just because they aren’t known for their family values.
- Scandals are a bipartisan issue. Fred Thompson talks about how the corruption and scandal issues in the political world are bipartisan and how he resents how the media latches on to the scandal when it is a republican but not so much when it is a democrat.
- Winners and Losers. The Winners for this segment are; is the U.S chamber of commerce for requesting an additional review of the EPA’s finding that would regulate green house emissions, calling the data “cherry picked.” The other Winner for today is Tom Menino, the mayor of Boston, for changing his opposition to charter schools.
The Losers for this segment are; Illinois Representative Mark Kirk, for voting with 7 other republicans for the cap-and-trade legislation. The other loser is the Argentina power couple President Christina Fernandez and her husband former president Nestor Kirchner for losing control over the congress. Looks like even Chavez couldn’t help them out
How to celebrate the Ricci ruling?
Hit the tip jar. You heard me right, cracker. Andrew Jackson is a hero to oppressive white guys everywhere, so hit me with $20.Update: by Smitty
You write a post like this and don't even throw a bone to your Porch Manqué? I feel thoroghly discriminated against, and will now formally play the race card.
Watch your back, Douthat
There's nothing really wrong with this particular Douthat column, if op-ed social criticism is what you're looking for. But that's some mighty pricey editorial real estate to be occupied by a latter-day Veblen cleverly commenting on what he sees on TV and reads in magazines when there's so much important news to be reported.
A simple request, Ross: Call up Joe Lieberman's press secretary Erica Masonhall and ask her when Lieberman plans to start holding hearings about Obama's war on inspectors general. Maybe she'll return a call from a Harvard-educated New York Times columnist. She sure as hell didn't return mine.
Leave the Veblen trip to Brooks. Even the New York Times can't afford to support every pompous op-ed windbag in Washington. You start crowding Brooks, and I'm betting he wins that competition. If he outlasted Kristol, he'll outlast you.
Now, somebody needs to hit my tip jar.
'It takes small people to stoop this low'
PREVIOUSLY: Says Professor William Jacobson regarding Wonkette's despicable treatment of Sarah Palin's year-old son, Trig. And I would amend the professor's sentiments only to improve them by saying, "It takes gay men to stoop this low."
Yeah, I just wrote that. And put it on the Internet.
We could reference Susan Sontag's Notes On Camp here, or we could invite comment from various rogue lesbians -- Tammy Bruce, Camille Paglia, Cynthia Yockey -- who from time to time have criticized gay culture in a way that certainly cannot be denounced as "homophobic." But rather than make an argumentum ad vericundiam, let me defend my own argument on the basis of personal observation:
- Gay men have mother issues. This has been a subject of much controversy. Freud's view of homosexuality as a species of mental illness, and the resulting conception of homosexuality as a psychopathology requiring therapeutic intervention, has wrought much mischief over the years. Yet Freud was certainly correct to think of homosexuality as an matter of development with roots in early childhood, particularly in the parent-child relationship. No need to indulge in elaborate symbolism or references to Greek mythology (Freud was full of crap about that) to say this: It is obvious that most gay men can't get past the "female = Mom" hurdle in their minds. We could discuss that at length, but this is a blog, not an advanced psychology text, so let's move on.
- Gay men are gynophobic. Which is to say, they are repulsed by the basic physical equipment of female sexuality. They've got no admiration for your vajayjay, ladies. Sometimes when I've shared this observation with gay guys, they deny disdaining distaff genitalia. It isn't their hatred of nookie that makes them gay, they protest, but rather their phallophilia. Methinks they protest too much, considering how scornfully gay men speak about "fish" and "fag hags" when none of the hags are around to overhear. But again this is a blog post not a psych text, so we'll move on.
- Gay male culture is profoundly misogynistic. One of the most absurd claims of feminism is that the fashion industry's mistreatment of women -- its depiction of them as "sex objects" who are only attractive when young, thin, beautiful, glammed-up and dressed like streetwalkers -- is a manifestation of oppressive patriarchal sexism. This is a lie that could only deceive anyone so stupid they don't notice that all men in the fashion industry are gay. To the extent that the Vogue and Cosmo are misognystic hate literature (as all Women's Studies majors are taught), it is because they represent the typical gay man's view of women. A blog post, not a textbook, and we move on.
- The normalization of gay culture requires the derogation of traditional female roles. Let the student of coalition politics cease to wonder about the basis of the tactical alliance between feminists and the notoriously male-dominated gay-rights movement. One reason lesbians like Cynthia Yockey become disenchanted with the Official Gay Movement is the recognition that they're riding in the back of the Equality Bus, and that the feminist "sisterhood" has made a cynical deal with the misogynistic gay-male Devil.
We'll extend the rest of the argument from that last point. If they're wrong about nearly everything else, feminists are essentially correct in saying that in traditional societies women's status is dependent upon their success in the wife-mother role. Let a woman gain fame and fortune, let her amass wealth and power and, in a traditional society, these achievements will not win her widespread admiration unless she is also a devoted wife and mother.
That there are in contemporary America successful female "role models" who are single and childless (e.g., Oprah) is testimony to how far we are from being a traditional society. Yet it is still the fact that the overwhelming majority of young women, imagining their futures, do not dream of reaching midlife as barren spinsters. (Yeah, I just wrote that. And put it on the Internet.)
Given the choice between being Oprah and Sarah Palin, then, most young women would rather be like Sarah -- and not merely because Todd is such a tasty hunk of prime beef.
The best examination of the feminist movement's implacable hostility toward traditional women who prefer the wife-and-mother role is Carolyn Graglia's Domestic Tranquility: A Brief Against Feminism. Graglia argues quite persuasively that contemporary feminism's organizational objective is to make the traditional family -- Dad as workplace breadwinner, Mom as domestic goddess -- an impossibility.
Many gay men are eager to assist that project, because just as the traditional family model celebrates a certain kind of woman, it also celebrates a certain kind of man -- the kind of man the gay man is emphatically not. Furthermore, the domestic wife-mother type of woman is a universal object of horror and ridicule in gay culture.
So we return to Ken Layne and Wonkette's vicious hostility toward Sarah Palin, a hostility quite sufficient to encompass even one-year-old Trig. Is Ken Layne actively and exclusively homosexual? I don't know, and it's irrelevant to the point that this type of hostility toward Palin -- a hostility focused laser-like on her maternal qualities -- is a classic expression of gay-male "camp" culture.
A hetero swine like Letterman makes "slutty flight attendant" jokes about Palin's looks. Gay men make tasteless jokes about Palin as a mother. This is a blog, not a textbook, but if you've read this far, you can generalize from that observation to consider why Andrew Sullivan has spend months mucking around the fever swamps of Trig-trutherism.
Now, let's talk "homophobia." When discussing trends -- in politics, economics, art, whatever -- it becomes necessary to generalize, to speak broadly about categories of phenomena. The social critic is required to treat human beings in this general and categorical manner and, in so doing, risks offending the subjects of discussion.
If we are discussing gangsta rap, for example, we might generalize by saying that gangsta rappers celebrate criminality, brutality toward women, and to make much of the classic material symbols of pimp life -- Benzes, Perignon, da Benjamins, bling, et cetera. This invites the hiphop fan to cite some outlier example, e.g., MC Geek, the gangsta coder whose raps are about HTML, Java and Linxux platforms.
This argument-by-exception technique -- where all generalizations are impermissible because in any categories there will be outliers and exceptions who do not exemplify the categorical norm -- is the enemy of sound reasoning. I am certain that there must be hillbillies with good teeth who've never played a banjo or touched a drop of moonshine; it is nevertheless the case that if you're looking for moonshine-swilling banjo-pickers with bad teeth, your search will be more productive in West Virginia than in Rhode Island. (Don Surber hasn't linked me in a while.)
So it is with my gay friends. Just last week, I was hanging out at a Reason magazine event with the proudly gay Bruce Majors and the proudly lesbian Cynthia Yockey. They were the epitome of courtesy and hospitality not only toward me, but also toward my 20-year daughter. whom I'd picked up at Reagan Airport that afternoon and dragged along for the event.
Does Bruce fit the description of the Oedipal-conflicted misogynistic gynophobe hostile to the traditional family? Well, we could argue about gynophobia and Bruce would say no, he's simply a phallophile, but Bruce is a capital-L Libertarian, which means, hey, whatever floats your boat.
Libertarianism means, or at least ought to mean, that your preferences and prejudices are of no political consequence. If Bruce is prejudiced against the vajayjay, that's his own business. And if my own preference for the vajayjay borders on the monomanical -- I'm a father of six, after all -- that's between me and Mrs. Other McCain.
The anti-Palin agenda of Wonkette therefore expresses the attitude of an extremely un-libertarian type of gay man, a man who is not at all like my friend, Bruce Majors.
So whether or not Ken Layne is actually gay, there can be no doubt that Ken Layne is a vicious cocksucker.
Yeah, I just wrote that. And put it on the Internet.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
89 miles of guts
God rest this fellow webfoot. The Democrat Herald reports the demise of retired Marine Corps Col. Kenneth L. Reusser.
Reusser flew 253 combat missions in World War II, Korea and Vietnam and was shot down in all three, five times in all.
His 59 medals included two Navy Crosses, four Purple Hearts and two Legions of Merit.
In 1945, while based in Okinawa, he stripped down his F4U-4 Corsair fighter and intercepted a Japanese observation plane at a high altidude. When his guns froze, he flew his fighter into the observation plane, hacking off its tail with his propeller.
In 1950 in Korea led an attack on a North Korean tank-repair facility at Inchon, then destroyed an oil tanker almost blowing himself out of the sky.
In Vietnam he flew helicopters and was leading a rescue mission when his Huey was shot down. He needed skin grafts over 35 percent of his badly burned body.
At this point I refer you to a reply on another post, which applies even more to this man.
IG-Gate: The Meme Is the Message
The always insightful Donald Douglas links up, as does that brilliant blogger Track-a-'Crat, following hard on the heels of leading online communications strategist Dan Collins. Will the Memeorandum algorithm be triggered? Will further assistance be required?
Professor Glenn Reynolds may know the answer, as may blog-fu sensei Moe Lane. But when in doubt, always link Little Miss Attila. UPDATE: When the Great Scorer comes to write beside you name, he shall record not whether you won or lost, but only how you Heh the game.
SEX! SEX! SEX!
John Edwards sex video!
Everything Kathleen Parker knows about love!
(All via Memeorandum.) If you're in a hurry, guess which one is the shortest item?
Brazil 3, USA 2
Catfight! Meghan McCain's rack
vs. the LOTUS With the Mostest
Given her Rule 5 qualities, the blonde-joke punchline has been defended by some of my commenters. Right-wing guys who covet a top position in her coalition, so to speak, complained about my snarkdown of Cousin Meghan's twittering about her "5-foot-1 ass in a push up bra."Disturbing mental image, eh? Undisturbed, but perhaps in some sense mental, one buxom right-winger jumps on Meghan and twists her Tweets:
Clearly, Meghan McCain is at the forefront of the tit-tering movement. This is because her rack probably is her greatest contribution to the GOP.Trust me, fellows. If more than a mouthful's wasted, LOTUS is more wasteful than a banker with a billion bailout bucks. So if you want to stay abreast of the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy, she's the LOTUS with the mostest. Read all her posts, because her conservative principles are real and they're spectacular.
Unfortunately for them, everyone knows that I’ve already declared myself to be the titular head of the conservative movement. Now if I could just master The Other McCain’s Rule 5, more people would know it.
WHO IS SONIA AQUINO?
What is this Italian woman hiding? Does it involve a clandestine rendezvous with Barack Obama? A taxpayer-funded trip to Argentina by Mark Sanford? Was she aware of Michael Jackson's drug habit? And the most important question of all . . .
What did Dan Collins know and when did he know it?
Uh, did I mention it's Sunday?
Rule 5 Sunday
Look, I'm bummed out. No, it's not that Hopium and Changeeba mean passing legislation that doesn't exist. It's not the celebrity demises. It's that, after last Sunday's success in finding someone for Conor Friedersdorf, there can never be a better Rule 5 post. It's that sad and simple. But soldier on we must, using the pure cheer-up factor of simple, old-fashioned lovliness as a light to navigate these dark days.
- Starting of with She Whom We Have Not Linked Enough, we have Shivaree, "Goodnight Moon". Because you cannot go wrong with a sultry brunette. Thanks, Little Miss Attila.
- I'm thinking that LMA may feel jealous about Paco's Rule 5 submission, however. Totally Awesome! I'm beginning to suspect this fellow is the physical embodiment of IMDB, as he presents yet another trio of lovely memories.
- For the ladies, a bunch of dudes in a whimsical guide to facial hair.
- Freeberg at HoE has a nostalgic hotpants in stark black and white. He also has the fortitude to post Flo, the Progressive Insurance pitch lady. This is less extreme a call than a lizard fling with that other outfit. Or not. Discuss.
- Pat doesn't quite say it, but between the lines there seems to be a possibility of forsaking Shreveport for New Orleans. And, she was the first with a reasonably normal Michael Jackson post. Heaven rest an apparently tortured soul.
- The Classical Liberal celebrates the tough and lovely Christina Applegate. I vaguely remember forgetting about the breast cancer. We'll also remember Farrah Fawcett here, though no one submitted her classic 70's pinup. Heaven rest her as well.
- Three Beers Later posits a rule 5.5 (unsure if that's followed by a % sign) which seems to cover cartoons, such as a swipe at David Letterman. Given that the Rule 5 Sunday regulation manual is as notional as those governing the antics of the 111th Congress (PBUI*), we'll let 'er slide. Later, TBL found a cheerleader video that is spot on.
- Martina McBride, suggests Fisherville Mike. Tough material. Recalls Sting, Never Coming Home, sort of.
- Jeffords suggests Jeri Ryan, but it's really a lure into a thoughtful meditation on the week's news from the South Carolinian standpoint.
- Carol reveals something personal concerning Alexander Crichlow Barker, Jr.
- Perry at Beating the Liberty Drum suggests Jessie James
- Teach at The Pirates Cove links Father's Day, Iran, and comic books in a single pinup.
- Troglopundit appears to suffer from cat scratch fever.
- The Track-a-'Crat has a Megan Fox picture for the young lad in all of us. Who "know[s] what it's like to fall in the mud and get kicked... in the head... with an iron boot? Of course you don't, no one does. It never happens."
- Big game master Chris in NJ has located some Rhinos we can love.
- The Camp of the Saints rounds us out with Gina Lollobrigida
*Pox Be Upon It
Saturday, June 27, 2009
'It takes a special kind of stupid . . .'
Not One Red Cent for the Waxman-Markey Eight!
