I say yes.  Yes, we can. Alternately, it may be that this chick is just bucking for Secretary General of the UN—in which case she’s already got the right masters using her like a ventriloquist’s dummy.  So maybe congratulations are in order.

Presidential wannabe John Edwards wants YOU to help “reclaim patriotism”.  And just how do you do that?  Well, the answer might seem counterintuitive to those of us in whichever of the two Americas it is where protesting the war on Memorial Day seems a bit loathsome and opportunistic.  In the other America, though, here’s how you can reclaim patriotism from people who actually support the troops rather than condescend to

from the weekend, that I didn’t particularly think appropriapic for Mother’s Day. First, from David Thompson, red-hot furniture sex. Second, PowerLine are threatening to liveblog the Miss Universe pageant, which seems to me like listening to the Westminster Dog Show on radio.  I.e., it would be nice to have actual visuals.  They seem to like Miss Brazil, and she has impressive assets.  Personally, I’ll be rooting for Miss Turks and

I am on haitus from blogging at my own site.  But I did have to share this.  I might have been a peacekeeper in the Balkans, and I might have fought in Afghanistan…but I couldn’t hang in this conflict.

ought to be whipped. This hilarious post from The Impolitic: The “right’s” right to lie I have to agree there’s no grounds for the DNC to sue either Powerline or Glenn Reynolds. Being morally bereft is not a crime unless it ends in actual violence. But they both deserve to be taken out behind the woodshed and soundly whipped for recklessly and worse yet, approvingly, promoting a vicious rumor they

Yesterday, I made a big stink about Opie and Anthony and their Condi-raping guest.  Turns out that if you listen to the uncut version of the episode, dudes were mocking the moron who had the violent fantasies about her.  So, in response to Treacher, I hereby kneel in the spring crudwash at the shoulder of the road, toss fistfuls of broken glass upon myself, rend my garments, tear my hair

Remember something about your mom that makes/made her great. It’s all about Mom this time. UPDATE: Here’s a real mother for you. I don’t know this television program, but dig the high hat. UPDATE: I’d like to thank Mom for birthing me a time that would ensure that I was a teenager at a privileged moment in our cultural history.

I don’t know how the rest of you guys spent your time in graduate school, but I met some of the most . . . interesting people that one could ever hope to meet.  One of them was my friend Jason Gleckman.  People come and go, and sometimes you find yourself living, due to financial arrangements, suicide, burned-down dwellings, or whatever, with people whom otherwise you’d not have the pleasure

**** Being a Guest Post by BJ****For your delectation****With a glass of port****And some fine Texas Cheese****Unabridged & Unaffected**** In a recent post, Jeff aptly described the dubious practice of Carbon Offsets as a modern form of the old church practice of indulgences, the paying of coin for alleviation of sins for those both living and dead. The practice took to extremes the foundational principle that the Roman Catholic Church,

     Fat man walks into a Subway sandwich shop, armed to the teeth, strapped with body armor, and looking for that “lying Jared asshole.”      “Uh, he’s not here,” says the assistant manager from his crouch behind the sneeze guard. — Then, thinking quickly, he adds, “You might try Quizno’s, though.  And if it were me, I wouldn’t take any chances.  I hear that lying asshole likes to go there in disguise.”