Sure, I can go out in the heat and check the mail. But then, with about as much effort, I can whip up a pitcher of frozen margaritas and a BLT — an added benefit being that neither the margaritas nor the BLT will refer me to a payment schedule or rub their obscenely accrued interest in my face. A no brainer, this one is.

Is it just me, or does anyone else find it difficult — after watching the video and reading Allah’s take on “The Beltway Boys’” absurd defense of Lindsay Graham and the (thankfully) dead Immigration Reform bill — not to picture Fred Barnes and Mort Kondracke, masked and stuffed like a couple of limp old sausages into tights and capes, zipping through the skies around Capitol Hill and unleashing their “rhetorical

Via Darleen and Mushiloon, looks like the insurgent jihadi freedom fighters are serving notice to Britain’s new Labour Party Prime Minister that, like Spain before them, Britain should take the opportunity of political change to rationalize their way out of Iraq: Police in London’s bustling nightclub and theater district on Friday defused a bomb that could have killed hundreds, after an ambulance crew spotted smoke coming from a Mercedes filled

Sometimes, on cold nights, I like to sit in front of a cozy fire with a Tawny port and my dog, Bo, listening to Tchaikovsky’s “Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf” and roasting butter and cinnamon-stuffed Granny Smith apples. Then — if the night is clear and the mood is just right — I like to touch myself with a hank of beef jerky, or maybe even a s’more,

Massachusetts: so cutting edge that it often runs the risk of slicing off its own nose to spite its progressive face. Case in point, from the AP: A trial that opened more than a year ago has become bogged down in Boston federal court. There have been hundreds of hours of testimony from witnesses, including 10 medical specialists paid tens of thousands of dollars. The judge himself even hired an

Now, were I Ace, I’d probably say something like, “Gee, I sure hope it wasn’t the kind of ‘growth’ that comes with an inaugural fisting.”* But I’m not, so I won’t. Thankfully, some of us have standards. **** glass half full update: To make room for Paris, Larry King bumped Michael Moore. Meaning that propaganda was bumped for shallow plasticity — a step forward, if you ask me. Moore’s next

53-46. Here’s the roll. Allah liveblogged the thing — leaving me time to concentrate on the important issues like Liz and JohnJohn — and breaks out the humping robot. Of course, as Nanonymous notes in another thread, we are essentially celebrating the last of the President’s political capital having been pissed away. And, may I add, on something engineered in large part by Teddy Kennedy — who is as impervious

Well, if we put aside the Immigration Reform Bill and an unwillingness on the part of Bushco to adequately defend themselves against years of unrelenting falsehoods and misimpressions, that is. Still, from Bloomberg News: Among the markets that say President George W. Bush is doing “a heck of a job,” the one he can take the most satisfaction from is U.S. Treasury bills. That’s because the unexpected surge in tax