Personally, I don’t care who you fuck. Why do you care that I don’t…?

Mark Levin, guest posting, has a takedown of Frum posted at Dan Riehl’s site. If you missed him stomping on Dreher, it’s here. I’m just going to note for the record that the infighting between RINOs and conservatives has reached absurd proportions, considering it’s over the Republican Party. There’s so much fraud and governmental overreach and corruption and outright lying that it’s really impossible to do it all justice on

On behalf of the Protein Wisdom community, I’d like to join Presidente Barack Obama con Carne in wishing our Mexican readers a muy refrito Cinco de Cinco y muchas cervezas frias! Arriba! Andale! Limon! Provecho! Cronchy! Sabor! Obama! Espejo! Eres un gran pendejo!

JournoList revealed. Think “Woodward and Bernstein bring down Nixon,” only replace “Woodward and Bernstein bring down Nixon” with “A bunch of guys who were beaten up daily in junior high show why they almost certainly had it coming.” Murrow wept. **** update: see also dicentra, over at the Pub. **** More, from Jonah Goldberg. (h/t CJ)

boy: “You know, I really do apologize to you, little guy.” dog: … boy: “I certainly never meant to offend you. I hope you know that.” dog: … boy: “I mean, heck — who knew that my being white and using the word ‘boy’ would create a contextual dynamic wherein the entire history of past abuses of that signifier by others who happened to share my skin color would mean

American due process too tedious for them to suffer any longer.

You lot were turned on by the accent, weren’t you? Brits may have a reputation for being buttoned-up, but they lead the world in bed-hopping, according to a new study. A new international “promiscuity index” names Britain as the major industrialized nation that sleeps around the most, followed by Germany and the Netherlands. The U.S. ranks a more tame number six. Researchers surveyed 14,000 people in 48 countries, asking them

reindeers are cool — if by cool you mean, “are forced to carry around a fat man in a red suit who from what I gather isn’t much interested in bringing me a pair of PRPS jeans, or even an XBox 360 with Blu-Ray.” The      tubby           fuck.

Thankfully, dicentra put together a 5-part series over at the Pub, “Fisking Alinksy,” that goes through Rules for Radicals and carefully debones it — which should provide you with plenty of reading material while I rest. Do check it out. And while we’re on the subject of Alinsky, here’s a poem that I wrote the other night in my sleep, which my dreaming mind titled “Alinsky’s Chapstick”: My dearest Saul