Reverend Jeremiah Wright thinks that there might be things people need to do for themselves. I like this turn of phrase: “stone cold intellectuals“. I think Jeff bridges the gap, honestly. As for me, I can feel the sick craving for blog attention as it wells up from my limbic system. Is Obama injured?

Waking up to the new America. This one goes out to Brooks, Parker, Frum and company! Treacher, on same. Is Main Street starting to figure it out? It’s hard not to see* the continued sell-off on Wall Street and the growing fear on Main Street as a product, at least in part, of the realization that our new president’s policies are designed to radically re-engineer the market-based U.S. economy, not

From Mr Frey, Esquire [emphasis mine]: I know: when [Limbaugh] says he hopes Obama fails, he doesn’t mean he wants to see Americans suffer. He just doesn’t want liberal policies enacted because he thinks they’re bad for the country. I get it. I agree with that. But, you know, that’s nuance. The problem is, Americans have short attention spans and don’t always do nuance well. Just by writing the title

Really? Okay, well, f*ck off.

No. And let’s not forget it. Most important I think is Friedman’s final salvo, because it cuts through all the faux nobility and solicitousness of “compassionate” leftism and gets to the heart of the matter: who among us presumes to take on the role of angel(s)-in-chief? The answer — left unstated — is that anyone who would volunteer for the position is by that very act of volunteering immediately disqualified

I met a politician, he took my heart away He said I had it comin’ to me, but I wanted it that way I think that mod’rate love is good lovin’ And so I took what I could get, mmm Oooh, oooh, he looked at me with big brown eyes And said You ain’t seen nothin’ yet B-B-B-Baby, you just ain’t seen nothin’ yet Here’s something that you never gonna

She may have tucked away the Kleenex-covered inaugural dress and basked in the adoration of CNN and Vogue’s breathless coverage of her sculped bi/tri-ceps and deltoids, but her heady, six-figure (but oh so irreplaceable) job didn’t clue her in on the finer points of gracious hosting. Like all good guests, Sarah Brown arrived bearing gifts for the children, Malia and Sasha. And they were really nice presents. A bit of

appears not to have attended an Ivy after all. Tsk. For this much relief, thanks. Hahahahahahahaha! Very tangentially related: Dr. Helen interviews author who states men and women want different things. I hope this isn’t going to be insultingly heteronormative.

Appears her aortic valve had started to harden. Naturally, this will lead to an outpouring of well-wishes from our softer-hearted counterparts.

I give it five stars. Iowahawk has written what is likely to be the most quotably plunderable post of the entire year. **** Jeff’s indignant update: It’s a long year. And I haven’t even started yet. So I wouldn’t count me out so quickly, Dan. **** Dan’s reply: Fair enough, but at the end of the day you have to admit it’s awfully wizard, wot? old man! David Brooks sings