From the Washington Times, “Free speech for bloggers”: Here’s our advice to the Federal Election Commission regarding Internet regulations: Tread lightly. If the federal government must apply campaign-finance laws, specifically McCain-Feingold, to the Internet as a federal judge ruled last fall, it should do so with as light a touch as possible. Unfortunately, no matter what the FEC decides, there’s a chance that the days of unbridled political discourse on

Prosecution:  “He’s a forty-six year old man who sleeps with little boys.  Drunk little boys.  With porn next to the bed, and more in a secret room. His best friend is a monkey.” Defense:  “Fine, sure.  But the accuser’s mother is a scam artist.  Quite nuts, to boot.  I mean, look at her!  What a conniving shrew, am I right?” Prosecution rebuttal:  “Did I mention the guy sleeps with little

Is Gary Linderer, president and co-founder of Operation Homecoming USA (the organization behind “Welcome Home… America’s Tribute to Vietnam Veterans”), a Vietnam fabulist?  Kevin Aylward investigates.  The latest issue of The Neolibertarian Journal is now available from Jon Henke and crew at QandO. Cambodian noodle soup?  Delicious—even if the strange little Asians insist on floating entire basil plants right there on the broth’s surface. Confederate Yankee doesn’t think much of

“Yes.” “Absolutely they do.” “Of course.” “Do they suck?  Dude!  Why do you even have to ask?” “They suck like vaccuum cleaners, baby.” “Ha!  Do they EVER!” “Si.” “You’re darn tootin,’ Geech!” “HUGH HEWITT IS MY MASTER!” “Does Michael Jackson like to jack off little boys?” (Tie) “Word up, my nizzle” / “Like Michael Moore on a barbecue spare rib.” “I’m pretty sure, yes.  But let me check with Sean

     “You really don’t trust me, do you?” she asked, lighting a cigarette and taking a long first drag.      “Not for a second,” he said.  “Why, should I?”      She shrugged.  “Up to you, I guess—though relationships are built on trust.  At least, that’s what they say.”      “’They,’ eh? Well, I don’t trust them much either, if it’s any consolation.”      She smiled, letting smoke slip slowly from the corners of her mouth.