I’ll concede that American thighs are good, but will they really knock you out?  Perhaps Japanese thighs might be quite good, or Swedish thighs.  Australian thighs are definitely worth a look.  Clearly some research is called for.  I wonder if the National Science Foundation will fund it… . Answer ghosted here->“You shook me all night long,” AC/DC.

How can you hatemongering Repugnichristian xenophobes even live with yourselves, wishing undocumented aliens so much ill will?  Don’t you recognize that these people—who want nothing more than to escape crushing poverty and partake of the same freedoms that you enjoy by accident of birth—are an essential ingredient in a booming US economy? —Or that they’ll shovel your driveway, clear your furnace intake, and build your kid a Gloria Trevi ice

–“…and it was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man stick figure alive possessed the knowledge.”

Via Terry Hastings comes this, from Opinion Journal: Wilson Goes Quiet “Former ambassador Joseph Wilson asked a federal judge Wednesday not to force him to testify in the CIA leak case and accused former White House aide I. Lewis ‘Scooter’ Libby of trying to harass him on the witness stand,” the Associated Press reports from Washington: “Mr. Libby should not be permitted to compel Mr. Wilson’s testimony at trial either

Merry Christmas everyone. Not one to pass up an opportunity to pimp out my 10 year old daughter’s blog. She has posted a video of her reading T’was the night before Christmas on her blog. Go check it out and give her a comment to encourage her blogging.

ATLANTA, Georgia (AP)—James Brown, the dynamic, pompadoured “Godfather of Soul,” whose rasping vocals and revolutionary rhythms made him a founder of rap, funk and disco as well, died early Monday, his agent said. He was 73. One of my most vivid memories as a teenager is of going to see James Brown at the old D.C. Coliseum in 1965.  I told my parents that I was going to a friend’s

Mom’s losing her memory, and she’s not always at the top of her game.  She’s up in Wisconsin now, with the local monsterlings, hosting a good Collins Christmas, and I’m not there.  I’m not there, even though I know that she is leaving us, bit by bit.  So this is my homage to Mom. Caroline was the second youngest of her clan, Guy and Martha, John and herself, and Baby

Joe’s Dartblog was the first place to make public the full PDF of the investigation into the sad, felonious and humorous document-destroying activities of the Sandman, released just in time to be buried amongst important stuff like everyone’s heartfelt editorial on the true meaning of Christmas. Having read it there first, I figured everyone had it, but I was wrong: What annoyed me — again, just a little bit —

I don’t mean to suck up, because he doesn’t even respond to most of my emails, but I want to share with you my impressions of the significance of Jeff Goldstein on the web. I have been able to share with you this version of my voice because of the large, really magnificent space that Jeff has opened up here, even if I’ve been helping to nuke his readership over