Poor Brittney Gilbert. Seems that being a staunch progressive—and a consistent critic of vile chickenhawk wingnuts— isn’t enough to save you from a wagon-circling lefty pogrom, particularly if you’re not terribly well known outside your bailiwick. Be sure to check out the comments, where Gilbert is torn limb from tender, sisterly limb by those whose job it is to protect The Collective. My favorite moment from the lynchmob is this
June 2007
a haiku that, for no reason whatsoever, imagines Jesus Christ as a scoop of egg custard gelato
If you guys think I’m Heavenly now, wait ‘til you try me with sprinkles!
Shannon Elizabeth comments on 2008 Colorado ballot initiative aiming to dismantle state affirmative action having survived a semantic challenge from affirmative action proponents
Elizabeth: “I’m a bit torn on this one, honestly, because some of my best friends are black. Dark black, too. And of course, I’d really like to see Shaun Wayans continue to get work. “But so long as we’re speaking about Colorado: did I ever tell you about the time Hunter Thompson said that my nipples were so perfectly fearsome that, should they ever strike a blind man, they’d actually
“Gay Groups Decry Surgeon General Nominee”
—Mainly for believing in the tenets of his religion—a trend that, should it continue, would make the unwritten requirement for being elected to public office a perverse need to appear religious, even as the candidate doesn’t really believe in any of that hocus pocus. Which, come to think of it, perfectly describes a host of Democratic presidential hopefuls. But I digress. From ABC/AP: President Bush’s nominee for surgeon general, Kentucky
(Petty) Crime and (Excessive) Punishment
And no, I’m not talking about Scooter Libby this time, either. From the AP: A man sentenced to 10 years in prison for having consensual oral sex with a 15-year-old girl when he was 17 should have to serve out the widely criticized mandatory term, a prosecutor told a judge Wednesday. A lawyer for Genarlow Wilson, now 21, asked the appellate judge to throw out the aggravated child molestation sentence
Today in history
In 1769, frontiersman Daniel Boone first began to explore present-day Kentucky. As did an unnamed raccoon—though for his part, he did so involuntarily. And without any internal organs. In 1929, the sovereign state of Vatican City came into existence—giving birth to the very first Vatican City gift shop, and introducing the world to the “action figure.” Which in this case was a 10” Pope Pius XI doll that could, with
From the Dept of “Petty Tyrannies, combatted”
Sometimes, it really is good to stand up to the Man—particularly when the Man in question is being played by a collection of heavy-handed bureaucrats willing to wield power as capriciously as a transient drunk on ripple wields his pecker. From the RMN: Five Illinois students will get the diplomas they were denied when cheers erupted for them at a high school graduation, and school officials said Wednesday they would
Richard Armitage, Stand Up Guy [Dan Collins]
The outrage of the day, though, is this: In a letter to the court on behalf of Scooter Libby, Paul Wolfowitz wrote: I also remember how Mr. Libby offered his services pro bono or at reduced costs after he had returned to private law practice – to help former colleagues and friends with legal issues. In one case he helped a public official defend himself against libelous accusations, something that
Okay, Well, Screw That [Dan Collins]
******Now with Tar Baby Reprised!***** Here’s a kerfuffle for you. I’m not going to connect the dots, because I haven’t done so for myself yet, but regarding Steve Gillard, Smantix at Six Meat Buffet had a few not very kind words here. Somehow, this led to this, the resignation of a blogger from a local ABC affiliate, on whom Jesus’ General had sicced his little nasties, for her not having
Hi, Remember Me? [Dan Collins]
I’m just thinking, given Jeff’s last post, that this would be an opportune time to hit the tip jar, while he’s out applying at Blockbuster and all. Unfortunately, I think it’s close enough to the Orange Julius that he’s unlikely to get the job. But (since I’m a hairy little pimp) how about we make a little arrangement? For every C-note’s worth of donations, we get a superb Paris Hilton
