Not that I’d ever presume to speak for the dead—who have an ontological authenticity all their own—but were it me, I’d give some serious thought to grabbing a fistful of dollar bills and haunting some high class strip club.  Either that, or an all-you-can-eat buffet.  But then, I’m really kinda shallow that way.

As some of you may be aware, we (and I use that in the “we are pregnant” sense) have been caring for a neighbor’s animals while she’s been away.  We had the cats and the dog over at our place, but they seemed not to be able to get used to the removal, and there were goats to take care of over there, so we decamped to our friend’s place

In the wake of the House passing a non-binding resolution that takes us one step further toward officially sanctioning a name change for Iraq (many Democratic lawmakers and a handful of Republicans prefer to call it “Vietnam”), Bushco stooge Bill Ardolino propagandizes for the American Imperialist War Machine in what I can only assume is a last ditch effort to save a failed campaign that has (once we get done

Why do I fail to see the humor?  Maybe I need a break from blogging. Patterico‘s got Ilyka Damen saying it’s no big deal, and Liberal Avenger asking how that Iraq war is going.  I can’t see how I could possibly get drunk enough to be so stupid.  I don’t think I can.  I think I’d pass out long before that happened, or at least lose the ability to type.

My heart bleeds.  Really. Silly me.  I spilled some beer. Shit.  I’m busted. Gee, Beav.  I think I hear my mom calling. See ya, Whitey. Dan Collins is on temporary hiatus while he deals with his fuckhead problem.