If ever a single exchange encapsulated the differences between Republicans and anti-Bush Democrats on issues of leadership and the War on Terror, it is this one between Condi Rice and George Stephanopoulos on ABC’s “This Week”: STEPHANOPOULOS: And Senator Kerry’s going to keep on making the case that President Bush and your administration were misleading in making the case for war. And The New York Times returns to that question

Duncan Currie, “Another War He Didn’t Like”, the Weekly Standard, Sept. 27: We’re all Cold Warriors now—now that the Cold War is over. What about John Kerry? He was definitely not a Cold Warrior, though you wouldn’t know it from his campaign, which seldom (if ever) mentions his consistent opposition to Ronald Reagan’s foreign and defense policies during the 1980s. Back in those days, Kerry defined himself as the anti-Cold

Two words:  so what?  Fox issued a correction and an apology.  Quickly.  Consequently, I feel no compulsion to explore this story any further.  I’m not Switzerland, after all.  Bottom line:  Fox screwed up, caught the mistake, corrected it, chastised Cameron, and apologized.  End of story. Let Josh Marshall try flogging this limp joint until it stiffens.  But I for one ain’t gonna help him out by telling him he looks

Ever notice how some hookers try to extort an extra $10K out of you by threatening to turn over to your CBS bosses naked photos of you handcuffed to an antique wooden rocking horse…?

Chapter 23: Night Clerk Chapter 1.  Chapter 2.  Chapter 3.  Chapter 4.  Chapter 5.  Chapter 6.  Chapter 7.  Chapter 8.  Chapter 9. Chapter 10.  Chapter 11.  Chapter 12.  Chapter 13.  Chapter 14.  Chapter 15.  Chapter 16.  Chapter 17.  Chapter 18. Chapter 19.  Chapter 20.  Chapter 21. Chapter 22.      The night clerk at the Holiday Inn, “Buck,” was a short pudgy fellow with black hair and small, yellow teeth.  He wore

me:  “Wait, how exactly did I get this reputation for talking to inanimate objects?” blog:  me:  “Hello…?” blog:  “Oh, sorry, were you talking to me?”

The monkey has discovered how to pleasure himself, but he’s yet to discover self control.  Which means I’m going to have to purchase one of those stupid plastic sofa covers.  And a boatload of sponges.