Is leveling the chickenhawk charge against a bunch of strangers on a “rightwing” website wise?  Because here’s “Patton,” doing just that in the comments to this post: Hey cowards- Casey Sheehan was a man.  You are pussies. Put up or shut up. 1-800-GO-ARMY …And here’s File Closer, offering a carefully-articulated rejoinder, whose effectiveness I’ll allow you to judge for yourselves: Actually, “Patton,” I decided to simply walk into the recruiter’s

In response to a call from the Democratic Leadership Council’s Will Marshall for certain progressives to stop sounding so anti-American all the time (for instance, by declaring defeat and demanding troop withdrawal from Iraq, which in effect would hand Iraq over to a terrorist insurgency who many progressives seem to feel are less evil—or, at the very least, less our concern—than Chimpy McHitlerburton and his warmongering neocon cronies), Kos has

122.  It is unwise to use the microwave to dry your house keys after missing the hook and dropping them into the dog’s water dish. 

Off to a barbecue for the remainder of the afternoon, then it’s on to tonight’s Rocky Mountain Blogger Bash.  If you’re in the Denver area, please do drop by and say hello.  Or even, “hey, can I buy you a couple pints of Guinness, Jeff?  And a steak sandwich?” Because yes.  Yes you can.

“You’re absolutely right, Billy:  the best thing we can do to fight terrorism is outlaw poverty, transnational corporations, and wars —and convince people of the need to rise up against a sneaky neocon agenda that is bringing us closer to doomsday and demand we extricate ourselves from the affairs of Araby, even if that means rethinking our support of the Zionists, who have themselves terrorized the Palestinians for half a

“Now, a few words on looking for things. When you go looking for something specific, your chances of finding it are very bad. Because of all the things in the world, you’re only looking for one of them. When you go looking for anything at all, your chances of finding it are very good. Because of all the things in the world, you’re sure to find some of them”—Daryl Zero

No, I haven’t forgotten.  But I’m afraid our little friend has.  Otherwise he’d be here now, ready to dance—and not calling me from some filthy body art parlor, frantic, unable to slide back into his shell because his stupid Goth girlfriend with the enormous tongue stud talked him into getting his wee armadillo nipples double pierced. Poor sap.

Insists that the thirty-eighth President of the United States was “a young Jimmie Walker” Refers to the Supreme Court decision ending school segregation as The Kennedys v. a Klan of Racist Rightwing Nutters who Hate America Attributes the theory of relativity to “my very brilliant friend, Lanny Davis” Criticizes the Israelis for “illegally occupying” several dorm rooms during the 1972 Munich Olympics Is “pretty sure” Mumia is already free Winner

Deviled eggs all on my plate Ate three, things just don’t seem the same Actin’ funny, but I don’t know why ’scuse me while I eat some pie Deviled eggs all around Don’t know if I can keep them down Am I happy or in misery? That damn paprika put a spell on me Damn, woman Them eggs fresh? Oh, no, no [sound of splashing] Vomitin’ Talkin’ ’bout huggin the

Does this mark me as pro-choice?  Or pro-life…? Because I gotta tell you, I’m having real trouble deciding which mailing list to sign up for.