Michelle Malkin’s new Vent takes the WSJ editorial board to task over its claim that “the National Review crowd” is engaging in “irrational fear mongering” in its resistance to the Bush Immigration Reform bill—providing the self-satisfied board yet again (for better or worse) the actual arguments against the proposed legislation compromise, arguments the WSJ editorial board pretends do not exist or have never been expressed coherently or sans froth. Instead,

Yet another reason to look quizzically at professional gladhand Trent Lott. Although for me, his hair—which appears to have burbled like pitch up through his follicles before hardening just slightly askew—was already plenty. (h/t CJ Burch) **** update:  from the archives, here’s my 2004 interview with Senator Kennedy.

From Reason’s “Brickbats”: When London police refused even to send an officer to investigate a burglary at his home, Otto Chan put up posters offering a reward for anyone who returned his things.  When police officers saw the posters, they threatened to arrest Chan for trying to buy stolen goods. Of course, it might have been worse:  in China, for instance, rumor has it they’ll execute you and then bill

Poor Brittney Gilbert.  Seems that being a staunch progressive—and a consistent critic of vile chickenhawk wingnuts— isn’t enough to save you from a wagon-circling lefty pogrom, particularly if you’re not terribly well known outside your bailiwick. Be sure to check out the comments, where Gilbert is torn limb from tender, sisterly limb by those whose job it is to protect The Collective. My favorite moment from the lynchmob is this

Elizabeth:  “I’m a bit torn on this one, honestly, because some of my best friends are black.  Dark black, too.  And of course, I’d really like to see Shaun Wayans continue to get work. “But so long as we’re speaking about Colorado: did I ever tell you about the time Hunter Thompson said that my nipples were so perfectly fearsome that, should they ever strike a blind man, they’d actually

—Mainly for believing in the tenets of his religion—a trend that, should it continue, would make the unwritten requirement for being elected to public office a perverse need to appear religious, even as the candidate doesn’t really believe in any of that hocus pocus. Which, come to think of it, perfectly describes a host of Democratic presidential hopefuls.  But I digress.  From ABC/AP:  President Bush’s nominee for surgeon general, Kentucky

And no, I’m not talking about Scooter Libby this time, either.  From the AP: A man sentenced to 10 years in prison for having consensual oral sex with a 15-year-old girl when he was 17 should have to serve out the widely criticized mandatory term, a prosecutor told a judge Wednesday. A lawyer for Genarlow Wilson, now 21, asked the appellate judge to throw out the aggravated child molestation sentence

In 1769, frontiersman Daniel Boone first began to explore present-day Kentucky.  As did an unnamed raccoon—though for his part, he did so involuntarily.  And without any internal organs. In 1929, the sovereign state of Vatican City came into existence—giving birth to the very first Vatican City gift shop, and introducing the world to the “action figure.” Which in this case was a 10” Pope Pius XI doll that could, with

Sometimes, it really is good to stand up to the Man—particularly when the Man in question is being played by a collection of heavy-handed bureaucrats willing to wield power as capriciously as a transient drunk on ripple wields his pecker.  From the RMN: Five Illinois students will get the diplomas they were denied when cheers erupted for them at a high school graduation, and school officials said Wednesday they would

The outrage of the day, though, is this: In a letter to the court on behalf of Scooter Libby, Paul Wolfowitz wrote: I also remember how Mr. Libby offered his services pro bono or at reduced costs after he had returned to private law practice – to help former colleagues and friends with legal issues. In one case he helped a public official defend himself against libelous accusations, something that