I suppose because he’s black, Michael Bowen of the Cobb blog is the final authority on such things, but let me take a moment to briefly respond to his post naming me as one of a handful of “mealy-mouthed” “crybaby” “losers” engaging in the kind of “squirrel chatter” he sees in last night’s post about Bryant Gumbel’s Winter Olympics comments. Writes Bowen: Some (loser) folks have gone off on mini-tirades

From the AP: A Pakistani cleric announced Friday a $1 million bounty for killing a cartoonist who drew Prophet Muhammad, as thousands joined street protests and Denmark temporarily closed its embassy and advised its citizens to leave the country. Police confined the former leader of an Islamic militant group to his home to prevent him from addressing supporters over the cartoons, amid fears he could incite violence, after riots this

3 years, eh?  Wow.  You realize, of course, that if your blog were a dog, it would be at a pub right now celebrating its 21st birthday drinking tequila shots with friends—only to find out later, after it attempted to punch out the cop who was getting all chesty while trying to clear the sidewalk after closing—that its friends were drinking water shots the whole time (the assholes) and giggling

A treasure trove of clips available from tonight’s “Hannity & Colmes”—from Dick Morris suggesting Cheney may have been hammered and that the secret service and other members of the hunting party are covering up for him (which I guess we can attribute to “Post-traumatic Clinton Syndrome” and Morris’ propensity to see everything through the lens of political calculation) to Alan Colmes’ Spike Lee moment, where he argues, along with NPR’s

Thomas Sowell takes off his belt and spanks the “Spoiled Brat Media”.  From RCP: The first revolt of the American colonists against their British rulers was immortalized by Ralph Waldo Emerson as “the shot heard round the world.” Vice President Dick Cheney’s hunting accident has now become the shot heard round the Beltway. The accidental shooting of Harry Whittington, while he was on a hunting trip with Dick Cheney, has

In a post that I fear wouldn’t pass Barry’s litmus test for commenting on feminist issues—nor would it be authoritative enough to prove worthy of additional conversation to either Jill from feministe or Countess Trish, who would just as soon “debate” sex and gender-related social controversies in an arena where the other debaters have agreed to accept their carefully drawn preconditions for joining the “discourse” (most notably, that they be

“Cheney” Oh yeah (*burp*) Mmmmmm Still don’t know what I tipped my waiter for As my glass was always dry A million years it seemed and Every time I thought, ‘oh here he comes,’ He seemed the hurry past without my drink So I turned myself to face him But I never caught a glimpse Of how the others must see the drinker Who keeps a flask inside his vest

Neal Boortz, “Torture at Gitmo?”: Yesterday we told you that the U.N. Human Rights Commission had made a finding [pdf] that the United States was using “torture” at the detainee center at the Guantanamo naval base in Cuba.  Now .. are we talking about driving wood splinters up under fingernails?  No.  What about breaking fingers or toes?  Nope.  Not that either.  It seems that we were using light and temperature

Earlier today I touched very briefly on the left’s growing “Cheney was drunk!” meme—mostly as a way to distinguish their breathless, relentless, almost swarming interest in what was an unfortunate hunting accident (at a press conference today, spokesmen for the hospital housing Mr Whittington noted that the 78-year-old wanted to know what all the fuss was about) with their notable lack of interest in reports that ABC’s Nightline will be

me: “So… Are you, like, ready to give us another go, or…?” rimless glasses:  “Well, that depends.  You promise to stop asking if your slutty prescription sunglasses can maybe join us in a (and I quote) ‘pageantry of moistened ocular delights’?”