The drunk Limey neocon bastard. (h/t John Cole) **** update:  It was only a matter of time before the first Mother Sheehan miracle sighting.  Me, I once found Margaret Cho’s likeness in a summer sausage slice, but rather than make a fuss, I covered the hideous thing with honey mustard and pimento and ate it with a Triscuit. Because fuck Margaret Cho.*

From CNN: Members of Iraq’s national assembly late Monday passed by unanimous vote an extension allowing an extra week to complete talks on the country’s new constitution. The committee drafting the document had asked for an extension after it failed to reach a compromise by Monday’s deadline after months of talks. The new deadline is August 22. Without the extension, the government would have dissolved, requiring new elections in December

Tell me, chickenhawk:  WHY DO YOU SOULLESS RIGHTWING SMEAR MERCHANTS INSIST ON ATTACKING THE MESSENGER? **** (h/t Ardolino) **** update:  Is it, you know…BECAUSE OF THE HYPOCRISY?

Gee—that Al Gore is kinda wooden, ain’t he?  When he’s not all hysterical and redfaced, I mean? It’s true.  And yes, you can quote me on that.

Rove probably had pictures of the two Nesweek ”reporters” responsible for this abomination of invidious Rethuglican rebranding, Holly Bailey and Evan Thomas, pleasuring farm animals or little boys.  How else to account for

One of the Republican criticisms of President Bush (and here I mean rank and file Republicans, not people like Sean Hannity, who would interpret a Bush beer fart as a “proof of increased consumption, signalling a strong economy!”), is that the Bush is often poor at getting his message out—or that, even when he’s able to, he emphasizes populist, spend-happy “successes” rather than those successes that reinforce what remains of