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Q: What do you get when you cross Fred Barnes, Michael Moore, and Al Franken? A: This Weekly Standard essay. Q: What What do you get when you cross Fred Barnes, Michael Moore, Al Franken, hot water, and chopped celery? A: Soup. Really awful soup.
Beam, mote, something or other
Scott at Wunderkinder looks at the Pew Study on the Media and notices that the numbers shine a peculiar light on many self-styled “moderates”: […] conservative media members seem more forthright about possible bias in either direction in the media in general. 68% of conservative members could think of a news organization that was especially conservative; the same could think of an organization that was especially liberal. Meanwhile, there was
Tomorrow’s headlines today
French “achitectural showpiece” collapses, killing 4 foreign nationals; UN moves quickly to condemn Israel for the catastrophe because why not?
Tomorrow’s headlines today
French “achitectural showpiece” collapses, killing 4 foreign nationals; UN moves quickly to condemn Israel for the catastrophe because why not?
“Strength”: the link
If you haven’t already done so, you owe it to yourself — and to me, and to Jimmy Buffet, and to the girl/guy you met that one time, who smiled at you, but whose phone number you never asked for — to read this. It’s quite long, but it’s well worth your time. Trust me.
“Strength”: the link
If you haven’t already done so, you owe it to yourself — and to me, and to Jimmy Buffet, and to the girl/guy you met that one time, who smiled at you, but whose phone number you never asked for — to read this. It’s quite long, but it’s well worth your time. Trust me.
Confronted by the cold, steel materialism of post modernity, Enrico Salvatore Rizzo nevertheless con
“Ratso” Rizzo: “I’m walking here! I’m walking here!”
Brautigan, Revisited – an American love story
Chapter 12: The Clean Underwear Fiasco Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter 10. Chapter 11. One week late in April, Liz asked if I’d like to accompany her to Nova Scotia. “I’ve always wanted to see the Atlantic,” she said. “Maybe check out some whales.” “What about your classes?” I asked. “Fuck ’em,” she said. “Life is
Like putting an elevator in an outhouse
John Kerry, urbane statesman. Yup. h/t: asv **** update: “Bush lied! The soil had dried!”
