Catch it!  But then, you know, you’d better release it unharmed.  Before you find several dozen fighter jets flying up your ass.

So I’m standing in line at the King Soopers moments ago, and I happen to notice that the guy in front of me—mid-twenties, dark hair, dark eyes, dark mustache, the smell of Drakkar heavy upon him—is buying a family-sized tub of garlic and herb hummus and a bag of mideastern-style flat bread.  So naturally I followed him home. Turns out he’s just an Hispanic guy who happens to like hummus

A reader sends along the following, pulled from a comment by Frisch (now “word warrior”) on her site: Ephu, Count Cockula. Jeff – I really encourage you to have Mrs. Cockula google S*tchel so she can see what you do while she’s at work all day. Trust me on this, Jeff. Cunt Cockula really needs to google S*tchel. Guess Deb isn’t quite done milking her 15 minutes.  This time, however,

After a couple belts of morning single malt and a breakfast of 5 fried eggs, some biscuits and gravy, and eight strips of hickory smoked bacon (because let’s face it—that’s how men eat), US UN Ambassador John Bolton and his straight-talking mustache, Regis, delivered the following statement to the Security Council during its special public session on Lebanon.  Via Atlas Shrugs: Mr. President, in recent days and weeks, we have

Two big stories to take note of.  First, the Israel-“Lebanon” war—which is more a war against the emerging Hezbollah-Hamas axis being run by Iran and Syria (even as Syria is now publicly calling for Hezbollah to stop attacks; which is not surprising:  use Hezbollah to inflict as much damage as possible before Israel commits to a full-scale response, then try to gin up support from the International community to stop