“What, did you think this was a date?  Alright, look, sweetheart.  You look beautiful.  Afterwards I’ll take you out, throw a burger down your throat, we’ll have a great time.”—Ford Fairlane (c. 1990)

Iowahawk’s already done it, and better than you would have, anyway. Good thought, though. Also, a disgusting public display of affection at Wuzzadem’s.  Don’t look.

Although I am not personally a practitioner of the form of civility it would take to stop this, I do think that some of the reactions to Marcotte and McEwan are over the edge, judging by the emails that they post, and that it is disgusting that anyone would threaten them.  But today in the Huff, Lane Hudson urges readers to contact Donohue to retract what he’s said, as it

Kathleen Parker on the new V-Day.  I love the smell of tuna in the morning.  It smells like victory. We shall not come over.

“Give me liberty or give me death.  Or, maybe some of your Skittles.”

In response to Captain Ed’s post on Iran’s “smoking guns” (linked in my earlier piece), Glenn Reynolds writes: [Iran’s involvement with the insurgency in Iraq] has been obvious for a long time anyway, and I don’t understand why the Bush Administration has been so slow to respond. Nor do I think that high-profile diplomacy, or an invasion, is an appropriate response. We should be responding quietly, killing radical mullahs and

They have the retractables in both blue and black?  Score!

Hey!  Mind if I ride your Pwn3y?

From the Financial Times: Iran will be able to develop enough weapons-grade material for a nuclear bomb and there is little that can be done to prevent it, an internal European Union document has concluded. In an admission of the international community’s failure to hold back Iran’s nuclear ambitions, the document –- compiled by the staff of Javier Solana, EU foreign policy chief –- says the atomic programme has been

“Five—now this is the most important, Rat. When it comes down to making out, whenever possible, put on side one of Led Zeppelin IV.”—Mike Damone (c. 1982)