POTUS: 39-14? I’m cutting those FEMA grants right now… Update: Overheard in a rap club: Kanye:  The Saints don’t care about Black people!

Jeff’s engagement with today’s football games—and his invitation to guest-bloggers—brought to mind James McCormick’s post last week at ChicagoBoyz, “As Serious As Football,” which compares MSM coverage of current events to sports journalism: Yet something still distinguishes sports media from the “current events” media — the MSM — that I usually read. Most of the sports media actually recognize that there are things that the coaches and players will not

“Ain’t no fairy story, ain’t no skin and bones, but you give it all you got, weighin’ in at nineteen stone” Okay, who thought it was a good idea to come here?  I mean, a little overweight it fine, but I have my limits. Answer ghosted here->“Whole Lotta Rosie,” AC/DC

of the Holy Bible, King James version: Lots of violence, some sex, desultory plot I ordered the Holy Bible because I like long books. Some parts of it, like the Book of Daniel and parts of Exodus, are pretty good, and the episode with Abraham almost sacrificing Jacob was good. Others are real snorers–there are parts that seem to consist of nothing but genealogies, for example. The book focuses largely

Somebody go fetch me Al Gore.  And tell him to bring along a goddamned shovel.  Because it seems one of the bastard’s disintegrating polar ice caps is covering my driveway again, and I need to get to the grocery store for some Cheddar Chex mix before kickoff. Developing…

Is the Iraqi government really set to crack down on al-Sadr and the religious militias?  It may be too soon to tell, but there are at least some indications that the Maliki government has finally reached that critical decision point—and my best guess is, this is not a ruse to cover Shia loyalties, but rather a pragmatic decision, the result (ironically) of the unpopularity of the war here in the

me: “No offense, honey.  But I would have much preferred, say, an IPod.”

—Sorry, but it ain’t gonna happen today.  Seems the little guy got drunk on Amaretto sours and somehow pinched the key to my office, where he snuck himself one too many hits off my Colorado River licking toad. And believe me—nothing is less likely to dance than an armadillo so zoomed on tryptamines and Di Saronno that he’s somehow managed to cram six whole bottles of Maraschino cherries into his

Turns out he’s a black fella’.  Who knew? Of course, in my defense, I think the fact that Michael Steele and Clarence Thomas aren’t black threw me off.  From an empirical perspective.  But hey, I’m a quick study, I’ll figure out how these things work soon enough. Probably has something to do with Oprah, is my guess. Developing…

Just to follow up on yesterday’s post concerning the efforts of Czar Harry and his council of wisepersons to protect us from dangerous political speech, here’s an article from today’s Rocky Mountain News suggesting that those most likely to be hurt by the proposed legislation aren’t corporate-backed blog monsters (though they’ll suffer too—which, according to some, ain’t such a bad thing), but rather grass roots lobbying groups who will be