“Sorry my dog ate your calf muscle. He’s not the Sir Barky I knew.”
October 9, 2008
October 9, 2008
a haiku that, for no reason whatever, imagines Barack Obama as owner of what turns out to be a rather vicious Springer Spaniel
October 9, 2008
a CITIZEN JOURNALIST reports from battleground, USA: 22
On my way to dropping my son off at school today I was caught behind an Audi SUV festooned with Obama support paraphernalia, the driver of which — once I pulled up close behind her — was rather ostentatious about keeping either at or just below the speed limit. — That is, until we approached the first yellow light. At which point she gunned her silver bitch, making it through
October 9, 2008
Russian dolls
Neo-neocon, “‘Misunderstanding’ the Ayers connection: the coverup of the coverup: […] The unanswered question is how Ayers, with not only his “unrepentant†terrorist past but his far Leftist present agenda became an influential educator. Whatever the answer (and we have not gotten it yet), the evidence is clear that for many years Barack Obama was his confederate and supporter in that endeavor and has covered up that fact. The media
October 9, 2008
dO!uble standards
See them tumbling down Pledging their love to the ground Lonely but free I’ll be found Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds… How anybody can vote for this guy is, frankly, beyond me.
October 9, 2008
“Magazines are Solution to Web’s ‘Cesspool of Disinformation,’ says Google’s Eric Schmidt”
The information revolution, now available with Flex: More than 400 magazine publishing and editorial executive plus a sprinkling of agency and advertiser executives gathered earlier this week in San Francisco for the annual American Magazine Conference. With an opening discussion with Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi and a closing conversation with California Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger, the conference acknowledged the serious challenges facing the industry but emphasized solutions and growth
October 9, 2008
Building the perfect beast?
The charge of having one’s memoir molded into literary shape by an unrepentant domestic terrorist (now “education reformer” and “former radical,” if you believe the spin doctors and the media sycophants, many of whom likely fantasize about “hitting the streets,” fighting the “Pigs,” and plunging their peckers vicariously into an earthy, hairy-pitted Bernadine Dohrn, circa 1970) is a serious one — and I do not wish to present the accusation