But, as Charles Johnson points out, Reuters takes no responsibility for it photo editors’ inability to spot the same obvious fraud that a host of conservative bloggers pounced on like Jane Hamsher on a remainders bin copy of Bamboozled!.  From Reuters: Reuters, the global news and information agency, told a freelance Lebanese photographer on Sunday it would not use any more of his pictures after he doctored an image of

Lots of smoke.  Strange, crystalline smoke.  And buildings appearing by the sheer will of Allah!  (Or maybe David Blaine.) Are the end times nigh?  Is God tracing his signature across the skies of the Levant in ominous blacks and greys?  Or has somebody discoved the clone stamp and lasso tool on his spanking new Photoshop install…? Tell you what.  How ‘bout you decide.  For those of you who haven’t been

Recorded at Legend Studio, Pascagoula, Mississippi, June 1979, but never released.* “Give’im Three Steps” I was cutting the rug Down at a place called the Jug With my LORD, the King of the Jews When in walked a man With a whip in his hand And he was looking for THE SAVIOR, too. He said, hey there JESUS, With the hair flowin’ free, jus’ watcha tryin’ to prove? cause these

—Question.  Any of you ever buy one of those mike’s hard lemonade variety packs—the kind with mike’s hard cranberry and mike’s hard lime and mike’s hard apple and the traditional mike’s hard lemonade?  Because that’s what a certain land lobster did this afternoon, stopping by the liquor store with my credit card and a fake ID to pick himself up a pair of twelve packs, which he enjoyed with a

1.  Thanks so much to David Parish for the Requiem for a Heavyweight DVD.  Been meaning to watch this one for years but had forgotten about it until my recent “Twilight Zone” and “Night Gallery” marathons reminded me Serling had written other things, as well. 2.  Stalwart conservative Andrew Sullivan finds “persuasive” (and, remarkably, new!) the Alex Jones video purporting to discredit the official version of events surrounding the Cheney

Well, for one thing, you take some time away from the computer.  —Not that walking through the rain and the snow isn’t also a sacrifice—it’s just that, well, it’s sunny and mid-eighties here, and I’ve already made it through a pitcher of lime daiquiries.  So that ain’t gonna wash.

So, like I do most Thursdays, I put on my best disco clothes and made my way down to the loncheria this afternoon to have myself a tasty, plancha-pressed Cuban sandwich—only today, when I requested extra pickle slices between the ham, roast pork and cheese (as is my wont), the shop’s long-time proprietor refused the additional nickel such an upgrade usually costs me, and in fact informed me, in that

“To be honest?  I was going for a George Hamilton thing and just sorta got carried away…” “Well, the Jews were very active in the Civil Rights movement.  So if you think about it, the whole thing is really kind of a compliment!” “You’re missing my point.  What I was trying to get across was something like, ‘Ebony and ivory live together in perfect harmony / Side by side on

“I’ve gotta tell you, Billy, I am totally psyched about the next round of Crawford protests—especially now that I have my own little parcel of earth from which to speak Truth to Power.  I feel like a new-age Moses almost, an oracle chosen by the universe to present its message of love and peace! “Of course, we did, unfortunately, run into a few permit problems, so we have no running