1.  Patterico is collecting donations for an LAPD officer who was shot and paralyzed in the line of duty.  If you have a few bucks to spare, or a blog on which to link the post, please do so. 2.  Michele Catalano at Faster Than the World has compiled a list of the 100 greatest punk songs of all time and invites you to vote for your favorites.  Oh, and

Me: “So tell me:  how’d he do it?” Karl Rove’s breakfast burrito: “Beg your pardon?” Me: “How’d your boy avoid the indictment?  For outing Plame and lying to the grand jury, like, five times?” Karl Rove’s breakfast burrito: “I’m not following you.” Me: “Well, did he have something on Fitzgerald?—like, you know, pictures of him diddling a hooker, or doing lines of blow off Jame Hamsher’s abs?  Because I kept

From Roy Robison, writing the Saddam Dossier for FOXNews, “Terror Links to Saddam’s Inner Circle”: What was the relationship between Saddam Hussein’s inner circle and Islamic terrorists? A newly released document appears to provide evidence that in 1999 the Taliban welcomed “Islamic relations with Iraq” to mediate among the Taliban, the Northern Alliance and Russia, and that the Taliban invited Iraqi officials to Afghanistan. The document, captured in Iraq but

Dean:  “…and that, children, is how we know that even though the frog turned into a prince, underneath his handsome new veneer he was really just a lying, wart-covered scumbag who used a golden ball as ransom to get into the bloomers of a gullible princess.  Because he hates America. And treats it like his own personal hump doll.  And if the King really loved his daughter— which he doesn’t,

From the Daily Kos, commenter CheChe puts into words what I think many of us are feeling today, what with Bush in Baghdad and Rove cleared (though to be fair, some, God bless their fortitude, continue to hold out hope that Rudolph’s magical red nose will bring that Fitzmas sled in under heavy fog, no matter what Mr Luskin says): I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a look of

*must credit protein wisdom* Not that I care much, really.  Just passing along the whispers from my sources.*