Knock knock Who’s there? Supreme Court Chief Justice nominee John Roberts. KEEP AWAY FROM MY UTERUS, YOU PENIS-WIELDING WOMB BUTCHER!*

The destruction visited on New Orleans in the wake of Hurricane Katrina has certainly occasioned a lot of Michael Brown criticism, but now that the racism charge is starting to lose its luster, I find it remarkable anyone would believe a charge of sexism could fare much better. And yet, here’s Miss Alli, she of the outrage that President Bush didn’t “freak the fuck out” in the early days of

Democratic political consultant and Gore presidential campaign manager Donna Brazile, writing in the Washington Post: New Orleans is my hometown. It is the place where I grew up, where my family still lives. For me, it is a place of comfort and memories. It is home. […] On Thursday night President Bush spoke to the nation from my city. I am not a Republican. I did not vote for George

Not that it’s anybody’s business, really, but I’ve renamed my penis “The Hannitizer.” Carry on.

…To Mark Curtin, for the Film Noir DVD box set; David Nolin, for The Fourth Man (been wanting to see that one for a while but never got around to it; no excuses now!); and Lydia Van Houten for the Harry Potter films.  When DVDs arrive at my door unexpectedly, I get all tingly and happy—and for the rest of the day I’m a kind and caring human being, a