The New York what’s* this now?  Sorry, never heard of it. coda Vietnam. *** registration required. Sun article reprinted here (h/t Michelle Malkin)

“It’s like somebody drove an enormous truck in through my sphincter and parked it on my aged, weary     soul. “Which, y’know—that doesn’t exactly tickle      bub…”

“I think the name Dick says all that needs saying, don’t you, swing voters…?”*

for the anarchists This cute girl, she thinks I’m smart because I’m wearing a paper mache puppet head and protesting Republicans converging       on the Big Apple. But the truth is, I have no idea why I’m protesting.  Which I guess doesn’t really matter, so long as the cute girl who thinks I’m smart      shows me her funbags later.

for the anarchists This cute girl, she thinks I’m smart because I’m wearing a paper mache puppet head and protesting Republicans converging       on the Big Apple. But the truth is, I have no idea why I’m protesting.  Which I guess doesn’t really matter, so long as the cute girl who thinks I’m smart      shows me her funbags later.

So I misspoke, so what?  I meant near Cambodia.       Does it matter? I mean, what does the Vietnam War have to do with my ability to govern a country, anyway? Now please, can we maybe talk about the issues      for a change…? *** update:  Giant water rabbits!  And me without my Billy Beer.

for Glenn Reynolds* I was going to buy a three-pack of Fruit of the Loom crew necks in a nice, traditional      white But then I thought, What would a white t-shirt say about my commitment to the colored      people? So I went with a pricey Benetton V-neck, instead — striped in seven colors, just like a      rainbow. Coda Janeane Garofalo really digs my new rainbow tee!  And how freakin’ cool

“I am the giver of life, champion to domesticated rodents thrown suddenly      from small boats. “Would Bush blow air into a black rat’s mouth? Or would Licorice have died right there in the water, dreaming of one last piss      on his woodchips…?”*

Were I a marsupial, none of you would care what I stuffed in my pockets.  Instead, you’d love me and pet me and feed me tasty eucalyptus leaves.

Were I a marsupial, none of you would care what I stuffed in my pockets.  Instead, you’d love me and pet me and feed me tasty eucalyptus leaves.