Maiello: Defeat the Press
Wolraich: Obama at the Gates of... Gates
Jollyroger admits that he did work his way through stripper school as a lawyer, but since graduating he has rehabilitated himself, and profits no longer from the misfortune of his brothers, but from the lust of his sisters instead. He is currently on the 60 day DL (too fat); Until he is called back up to the show, he is temping as an inventor.
* Favorite Quotes
REX VISIGOTHIS:"I believe in less than enough feed, just enough speed, more than enough weed, and way too much pussy"
BERNARD EIBER: "You write like a god"
KATHY SISSON: "You fuck like a god"
SUZANNE FARRELL: "Someone had to be eliminated, and poor Roger was the most expendable"
VANESSA FARRELL: "You have such a pretty dick"
MY SISTER: "He wasn't always like this...you should have seen him before all the acid. My God, he's a Woodrow Wilson Fellow!"
MY MOTHER: "So I told his father, 'Look Manny, let's don't kid ourselves. All he really wants to do is get high and get laid..."
'Sama sends orders: "Do your best to shoot down Obama or Petreus, but hold your fire if it's Biden"
Once we stop chuckling over the implied low evaluation placed by our nation's enemies on the man standing "a heartbeat away from the presidency", it occurs to wonder why an administration ordinarily on a mission to control the flow of information circulated this tidbit from among the gigabytes collected at Abbottabad.
If I were Joe, I would be checking my back for shivs, and then resign to "seek other opportunities".
I have a dream.
It has nothing to do with the end of racism. My dream is to see the look on Rush Limbaugh's bloated face as he paddles by in his Waterworld survival kayak.
I may yet see it.
The last time I bought sneakers (Nikes, sz 15), the cute girl at the register asked me "Are these for you? Oooh, junk!". (Wherein the noumena of the large footed.)
I do not bring this up in an act of shameless self-promotion (ed note: Yeah, right!) but as the result of random thought associations provoked by the fortuitous juxtaposition in the Times of two stories from what we may (without condescension) call the frontiers of sexual behavior.
A recent meander through vale of crazy, where the really, really, wild things are, has acquainted me with the hope evinced by Ron Paul's peeps that somehow they will snatch the Repugnant party right from under Kid Repugnant himself, when they get to the big throw down in Tampa.
But given that they are quietly racking up ballot line access in all jurisdictions, (not a trivial issue as Gingrich and Santorum, eg, discovered in Virginia...), wouldn't a good Plan B include flooding the pitifully vulnerable party rolls of Americans Elect via internet assault?
The reported level of buyers remorse now expressed by previously enthusiastic consumers of the military model for handling international terrorism can easily be explained as a public relations fumble by propagandists doing the best they could with poor material, or the shortcomings of execution that have hobbled an otherwise sound strategy of enhanced domestic security premised upon "fighting them over there" a little more vigorously, and hence successfully, next time.
It may well be that this becomes the dominant narrative which shapes American international force projection in the future.
The wheels of justice grind slowly--painfully so.
We who have long looked for a Bush appearance in the dock at the Hague for his admitted war crimes, learn with pleasure that an anticipated trip to Canada will present a further opportunity for a last minute change of travel plans.
The quiet judicial coup that took Baltazar Garzon out of the international justice business may have given Bush brief fantasies of a flamenco themed vacation.
Shocking numbers from Afghanistan, show just how wide is the gulf between our GI's and their Afghan "partners"
A piddling 26 were helped to "get well" by friendly afghan opiate dealers.
26! In two years! Where they grow the stuff!
We all know the painful tally of Federal Judge openings to which Prez has neglected to make any appointment.
Well, the only time he's worse at making appointments is when he actually makes one.
Perhaps I am overly sensitive on this issue, because my third wife, the hooker, said that whenever an American Bar Association or Trial Lawyers Convention was in San Fran, the local sex workers knew that they were in for an unusal amount of price negotiation.
Now, I should not have to point out that renting sex is a very personal transaction, on both sides, as it were.
Hence, it is plain bad manners to convey the following message:
"That is a perfectly nice hundred dollar pussy but it is not a nice three hundred dollar pussy."
Tips for sex tourists: Pay what is asked, or step off. You are not shopping for a carpet.