Geoff Shepard writes on the 1976 hit, “All the President’s Men,” which has fashioned our consciousness of the Nixon White House and which made Woodward and Bernstein’s names and fortunes: But here’s the rub the no one seems interested in exploring: Mark Felt was Acting Director of the Federal Bureau of Information, an agency of the Department of Justice-without any connection to Nixon or his White House staff. Of course,

Overheard on NPR this morning (no link yet): 82% of pink slips over the past few months have been delivered to men. Women provided 56% of Barack’s votes, so things are working out just fine. It appears that women work disproportionately more in the public than the private sector, according to NPR’s analysis, so naturally they have more job security when the economy heads south. Obviously, this fits well with

Warner Todd Huston: The Associated Press is reporting that Barack Obama has today announced that he is “expanding” the faith based initiatives program that George W. Bush started during his tenure. Obama now intends to offer cash support to organizations “no matter their religious or political beliefs.” In other words, now faith based funding will go to groups like ACORN (the Association of Community Activists for Reform Now), the group

that Congresspeople won’t. Sometimes, I wish I could believe in AGW.

Medical science is progressing at such a rapid rate that observers predict that someday within many of our lifetimes a baby may be delivered through a woman’s vagina. It would probably amount to rape, but there you are. Dennis the Peasant weighs in.

You may recall that a few days ago Roy Subrosa was mocking Jeff for complaining about the termination of “wingnut welfare” in the form of PJM ad network revenues, Roger having supplied them with this peculiar characterization of the business relation between the network and its contractees. I wrote about it at the time, here. On the same day, the Voice terminated its contracts with several writers, including Nat Hentoff.

if we lot can’t be kind, but Justice Ginsberg is undergoing surgery for pancreatic cancer, which, to speak in the vernacular of the peasantry, is a bitch. So, best wishes to Justice Ginsberg. And if anybody thinks that’s in any way satisfying, a) fuck off and b) consider the likely replacements. Of course, cancer is even more tragic when it strikes the young. I know what you’re thinking. “Did he

As one of Jeff’s legion of worshipful chipmunks, I thought I’d throw caution to the wind and respond to tinkerbellicose James Wolcott’s withered critique of the PJM dustup. Does he dare to eat a peach? It is a strange but not unusual assertion of leftist American self-fashioning when a writer manages to style himself into a gouty English peer with a predilection for bum-boys. Wolly does, in his creepy manifestation

Never trust anyone over 12. Yeah. We’re going to hell.

Yay, me! Jesus saves? Obama SPENDS! Posted by: Dan Collins at February 4, 2009 09:53 PM Thank you! Thank you! I want to thank everyone who made this possible, but most of all Algore and Bob Owens. I couldn’t have done it without you. Probably. Maybe.