As a rule, I’m for any PSA campaign that features a 7′ foam penis as its mascot. Well, it should.

Not a bad idea, really. But then, I’m drunk right now. So, y’know, what do I know…?

Last week, BBC Middle East analyst Roger Hardy painted the picture of a post-war Iraq overrun with “fear,” “suspicion,” and “mistrust.” Today, however, BBC News World Edition tells a different story: “Survey finds hope in occupied Iraq.” Worth quoting at length: An opinion poll suggests most Iraqis feel their lives have improved since the war in Iraq began about a year ago. The survey, carried out for the BBC and

Prediction 1: Ten bucks says some late-night talk show host will use this evening’s monologue to punctuate a joke about this story with a quip about locating those missing WMDs. Or about Teddy Kennedy’s gravitational pull. Prediction 2: It won’t be funny then, either.

Q: What do you get when you cross John Kerry and a grapefruit? A: A pampered superliberal whose sleeve-rolling populism isn’t fooling anyone. Or else a squishy grapefruit. Your choice.

Well, it’s a lot easier to fight than a loose alliance of blood-drenched Jihadists, ain’t it? And less likely to go boom. Which I’m told is a big selling point with some Europeans.

I was really looking forward to making myself a nice Spanish omelet this morning, but, y’know, fuck that noise… TORTILLA ESPANOLA (SPANISH OMELET) Ingredients ——– ———— ——————————– 4 tb Olive oil 2 lg Onions — peeled & cut -into thin slices 2 lb Potatoes, peeled & cut -into thin slices 6 Eggs Salt — to taste Pepper — to taste NOTE: In Spain, a tortilla isn’t the cornmeal flat bread

Above: Frightened Spanish voters on Sunday wonder, “Is this where we go to surrender, por favor?” Not pictured: Jihadists celebrate with sweet tea, figs. [Update: if you’re here because this self-satisfied Kerry lapdog thinks he’s sniffed out an “anti-Spanish ethnic joke” and sent you over to fight-the-hate™, you’ll no doubt be disappointed with what you find. Unless you believe along with him that the use of a Spanish phrase by

Wow. More than eight months left ’til the November presidential election and already several energetic stalwarts in the BeatBush™ crowd — by way of an ad parody (coupled with more conventional media-friendly tactics, like claiming victim status) — are painting the Bushies and their supporters as closet racists who nurture an irrational distrust of “swarthy” people. Which means come October the Dems will have upped the ante, and we’ll begin

Here’s a happy thought: tonight, while my wife and I are enjoying pizza and a movie (Chuck & Buck most likely, unless I can convince her she’ll like Mother, Jugs & Speed, which is doubtful), Saddam Hussein will be squatting over a bucket somewhere, dreaming of gold-plated toilet seats while he wipes his ass with old Nation articles. Ain’t life grand…?