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9 names Teresa Heinz Kerry would use when referring to the help were the help, say, Dutch

The Windmill Mafia Them The people under the stairs Groot / Griseldis “How dare you speak to me” Scrubbydopes Uber-Nordic herring chuggers Hash brownies Goofy wooden-shoed albinos, can’t even mix a fucking martini properly *For Ted Barlow and Laura Bush

9 names Teresa Heinz Kerry uses when referring to the help*

The Mexicali Mafia Them The people under the stairs Juan / Juanita “How dare you speak to me” Scrubbydopes Greasy taco stuffers Brownies Stupid Guadalajarans, can’t even mix a fucking martini properly *Source: I just make this shit up. Then I have a snack..

Secretary of Please Dear God, no

Ggghak. He looks like one of Bill Walton’s legs.* Only instead of a thigh, a knee, and a foot, this leg has a beardlet, some nipples, and a tiny little quasi-socialistic package (blessedly obscured by a crispy baguette). Which are things most people aren’t really looking for in a leg. **** h/t son of nixon; more here.

Smite me

From MSNBC: Prince Nayef, the Saudi Interior Minister said,

Random Monica Lewinksy thought, June 15, 2004

update: You know what’s really yummy? Bagels. Bagels are really yummy.

If asked, are leaning toward accepting the Democratic Vice Presidential nomination, 2004

Permis de Conduire Cabernet Sauvignon (2002) Rob Reiner’s back fat Asperge blanche (brushed w/ garlic butter) Godard’s Pierrot le fou (1965) Depeche Mode Joshua Micah Marshall’s hiking socks (thermal) Skittles Pomegranates The Preble’s meadow jumping mouse New England-style clam chowder

Today’s moment of unabashed pragmatism

Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. It depends, really.

A post in which Michelle Malkin is gently rebuked for missing the subtext

Well, perhaps, Michelle.* But I think you’re missing Krugman’s main point entirely. Which is — and I’m going to paraphrase here slightly — “John Ashcroft is afraid of boobies. Boobies boobies boobies boobies!” And of course, the whole believing-in-God-thing doesn’t win him any points, either.

Atkins hesitation, 2

Today’s lunch: bacon-wrapped mutton, deep fried in American cheese oil and topped with a very rare T-bone steak. With a side of steamed carrots. And yeah, I’m beginning to have my doubts, too.