Chimp in Conn. attack had unusual bond with owner Travis the chimpanzee’s relationship with his owner, a lonely widow, was closer than those of some married couples. She gave him the finest food, and wine in long-stemmed glasses. They took baths together and cuddled in the bed they shared. Travis brushed Herold’s hair each night and pined for her when she was away. If she left the house alone, Travis

Someone named Michael Wolff at the Newser blog “Off the Grid” is yammering on again about the racism of the Delonas cartoon that we mentioned yesterday. But what Wolff and others don’t get is–Obama didn’t write the damn thing. He let friggin’ Congress do that. If he’d have said “sign the next stimulus bill,” then that would certainly associate Obama with Travis the Chimp. He didn’t. Hell, Obama didn’t even

“It’s never okay to use that word. Unless you’re black, it should never come out of your mouth.” I guess he’s not my president, after all. update: Yes, we know it’s a put on. Just so’s you know that we know. That it also happens to be an actual trend is either incidental or metaparodic. Cut ’em some slack, people. It’s hard out here for a President.

What could it mean? Peter Wehner (I hope he doesn’t mind my stealing his entire post) at Commentary has up a revealing piece on Fairness Doctrine fan Bill Moyers: In today’s Washington Post, we learn that “J. Edgar Hoover’s FBI found itself quietly consumed with the vexing question of whether [Lyndon Johnson aide Jack] Valenti was gay.” According to the article, “the files, obtained by The Washington Post under the

Byron York, via Ace, via Hot Air: You’ve heard a lot about the astonishing spending in the $787 billion economic stimulus bill, signed into law this week by President Barack Obama. But you probably haven’t heard about a provision in the bill that threatens to politicize the way allegations of fraud and corruption are investigated — or not investigated — throughout the federal government. The provision, which attracted virtually no

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