Apparently, U.S. lawmakers intent on stifling free speech are drawing attention from across the pond: WASHINGTON, Dec. 18 /PRNewswire/—Lord Monckton, Viscount of Brenchley, has sent an open letter to Senators Rockefeller (D-WV) and Snowe (R-Maine) in response to their recent open letter telling the CEO of ExxonMobil to cease funding climate-skeptic scientists.  (http://ff.org/centers/csspp/pdf/20061212_monckton.pdf).  ……… Concludes Lord Monckton, “I challenge you to withdraw or resign because your letter is the latest

Following Dan’s post on (soon-to-be-ex) Miss USA Tara Conner’s “personal issues,” the rumors of which I summarize at my regular gig, Melissa asked for “an equal opportunity to ogle.” I do not know where you can ogle Mr. Universe, but Just Jared is celebrating Brad Pitt’s 43rd birthday with a selection of photos.  Ladies, ogle while you can, for he will soon be fat and bald.

Living Fossil Extinct This is sad: For 20 million years, the white-fin dolphin, or baiji, swam China’s longest river, the Yangtze. But a few years of breakneck development, overfishing and a massive increase in shipping have reduced sightings of this shy, graceful creature to zero. A recent expedition failed to spot a single Lipotes vexillifer, and now conservationists fear the almost-blind, long-beaked animal is gone for good, the first big

DAYTONA BEACH—Linda Hummer took her grandson into her home and tried to get him help for his drug problem, but he ended up moving out.  This weekend, he came back, looking for money to buy crack. Police say Christopher James Culp strangled his 60-year-old grandmother and slashed her throat, then stole her purse and continued his search for more drugs.  He said he went there with the intention of killing

From the AP: Sen. Tim Johnson has been conscious at times since his emergency brain surgery last week, his spokeswoman said Monday. I also am conscious at times, without ever having undergone brain surgery. Gutfield blogs about Gay March on Mecca in HuffPo, gets called wanker, asked to get bent, fuck self, crawl back under rock

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all, especially to Jeff for stupidly allowing me to play in his back yard.  It’s been a lot of fun for me, and I hope at least some of you laughed at my silly shit.  Special greetings to Gail, Dorka, Maggie, McGehee, Carin, Pixie, SK, Diana, Rob, Hood, Ace, Jonathan, and all the PW commenters and contributors. Update: I forgot someone important.  Meeehhhhh shmmmmmasssss,

In response to my post noting the continued popularity of the scurrilous BBC article on tiny Indian (subcontinental) penises, this open letter was posted in the comments, but deserves its own post.  What makes the BBCs continued trumpeting of this article especially vile is the fact that, if Indians DO have tiny penises, it’s certainly the result of British colonialism: You Can’t Always Get What You Want- Ole Rolling Stones

I just posted this, and it ended up about six posts down, so I’m trying again.  If this works, I’ll delete the other one. Maggie links to the worst version ever of “O Holy Night.” The story is that this is supposedly an audition tape sent in to some Christian group, but I don’t know.  Personally, I think it’s deliberately bad, but who knows?  If it is, it certainly doesn’t

First, Time magazine tells us that we are the Man of the Year.  You da Man.  Of da Year.  “No, YOU da Man.  Of da Year.” Shut up, please. Thanks. Personally, I was rooting for robot hookers.  Now we find that Fat Studies is a burgeoning (heh) new field in snackademia.  Well, it’s time, I think, to formalize the field that I’ve been working to articulate and delineate for years:

Hey, if you want me to pour it on you, I will.  Do you want granulated or powdered? Answer ghosted here->“Pour some sugar on me,” Def Leppard. The category is songs that I imagine strippers would dance to. Update: Female strippers. Update 2:: Just don’t go there, okay?