“…That Mickey Mantle could sure hit, couldn’t he? And fast, too…! Like the wind, only blond and with muscles.”

“Anybody feel like maybe having a catch? Or if you’d rather, we can toss the Frisbee. Anybody? Nice day out…”

Wow, nobody told me Maureen Dowd had her own blog. Salty! Think Rocky Horror Picture Show meets Cory Kahane. Yeah, nobody does. My point exactly. Anyway, turns out John Kerry is hung like a Budweiser Clydesdale. Which, who knew? Must remember to giggle next time some flunky calls him “deep.” In related news: Oh boy, is that ham…? Christ I love Easter.

I haven’t heard back from the Denver Channel with regard to the missing Aquadog story (see below), but in the meantime, a reader over at WorldWideRant brought to my attention the story of Mary Toft and the rabbit babies, lifted from the Museum of Hoaxes. Best read while enjoying a nice creme-filled Cadbury Egg: In late 1726 the surgeon John Howard was called to the house of Mary Toft in

Weird. The Aquadog story has gone and disappeared. I blame the Vatican, of course. But never fear: I made a screen capture (beKos you never know when posts might vanish these days), so just click on the thumbnail to enlarge the image and you can read at least part of the text. Meanwhile, I’ll email the folks at the Denver Channel and see if I can’t find out what happened

Well, the August 6 PDB has been declassified and released, and not at all surprisingly (unless you happen to be a frothing partisan with a wildly conspiratorial imagination, in which case you were expecting Mossad surveillance photos of Todd Beamer) there’s nothing much to it. Richard Ben Veniste knew this, too — even as he tried using it to embarrass the Administration on national television. Because that’s the kind of