Sure, I can go out in the heat and check the mail. But then, with about as much effort, I can whip up a pitcher of frozen margaritas and a BLT — an added benefit being that neither the margaritas nor the BLT will refer me to a payment schedule or rub their obscenely accrued interest in my face. A no brainer, this one is.

Is it just me, or does anyone else find it difficult — after watching the video and reading Allah’s take on “The Beltway Boys’” absurd defense of Lindsay Graham and the (thankfully) dead Immigration Reform bill — not to picture Fred Barnes and Mort Kondracke, masked and stuffed like a couple of limp old sausages into tights and capes, zipping through the skies around Capitol Hill and unleashing their “rhetorical

Via Darleen and Mushiloon, looks like the insurgent jihadi freedom fighters are serving notice to Britain’s new Labour Party Prime Minister that, like Spain before them, Britain should take the opportunity of political change to rationalize their way out of Iraq: Police in London’s bustling nightclub and theater district on Friday defused a bomb that could have killed hundreds, after an ambulance crew spotted smoke coming from a Mercedes filled