Senator John S. McCain offered an apology in Cedar Falls today after he used the word “tar-baby” in response to a rather arcane question from an Iowa voter about federal intervention in divorce and custody cases. The phrase is considered by some to be a racial epithet. In response to the question, Mr. McCain said that he was not going to take a position that it was proper “to declare

Sure, I waited a couple of years before I fired my gardener, Pepe.  But—his protestations to the contrary—I didn’t shitcan him because he suspected me of diddling a handful of the neighborhood housewives while my wife was off supporting us.  Instead, I canned the lazy bastard because he never did manage to stop the steady creep of bindweed and broadleaf, which was crossing under my fence from the prairie land

Fred Thompson, on the anti-war movement’s adoption of Mahatma Gandhi as one of its more pointed symbols: At what point is it okay to fight dictators like Saddam or the al Qaeda terrorists who want to take his place? It turns out that the answer, according to Gandhi, is NEVER. During World War II, Gandhi penned an open letter to the British people, urging them to surrender to the Nazis.

Fonda: “Hey, it could be worse, right?  I mean, at least she didn’t defend his eminence while straddling an anti-aircraft gun in the Pakistan kush. Now, whether or not that was because she figured al Qaeda fighters weren’t likely to have Dasani water and Oreo Double Stuffs, or because she feared they’d gut her like a randy Markhor if they ever found out she likes to eat the peach fish,

Kos clueless about Law and Order, gets strange new respect from Kaus.

The WaPo has a sympathetic look at the winsome and demure Ms. Plame that discusses the terrible toll the revelation of her CIA connection has taken, without ever mentioning once Richard Armitage. Rick Ballard and associated vast right-wing conspirators at American Thinker have an excellent article up about the “show trial” of “Ambassador Munchausen’s” wife, with a much better list of questions than the ones we came up with here.

Greetings from Brazil! It appears that in my bizarre attempt to claim that Little Green Footballs supports Al Qaeda (by misrepresenting the views of LGF commenters, compounded with guilt by association that I do not apply to “progressive” sites like the HuffPo), I was Punk’d by Charles Johnson! This will not stand. I wrote a New York Times best-seller on the Bush Administration and its abuses of power. I have

I dreamed Donald Sutherland showed up in my kitchen and bitched me out about my public support for the war in Iraq—which took me by surprise, honestly, because up until then, the dream I’d been having was about trying to perfect the mushroom swiss omelet.  While wearing a wet suit. Fortunately, Jack Bauer quickly rappelled down my fireplace, plugged Sutherland in the leg with a single, well-placed gunshot, then jammed