…by inviting Common to the White House. This first family? It’s laughing at you, bitterclingers. Don’t doubt it for a second. And in return, you genuflect and pine for their approval — wishing to bask in the reflected light of their historical-ness and ride the coattails of their transformative agenda of social justice.

Seems Americans are finally coming around, recognizing — as the little bugs must — that they are practically graced by Obama’s service: In worrisome signs for Republicans, the president’s standing improved not just on foreign policy but also on the economy, and independent Americans — a key voting bloc in the November 2012 presidential election — caused the overall uptick in support by sliding back to Obama after fleeing for

“Comprehensive Immigration reform” + “new labor partnerships” = permanent electoral stranglehold, and there ain’t nothing the middle class (whose money we’ll continue to redistribute “fairly” to those who vote for us) can do about it. #WINNING!

James Earl Jones’ character of Terrence Mann in the film Field of Dreams was, in W.P. Kinsella’s original 1982 novel Shoeless Joe, actually J.D. Salinger. So.

Go on. Sue us. The resulting court battles will be, shall we say, illuminating.

Like outlawism, but without infringing upon my copyright. GOP insiders, realists, and pragmatists of the anti-Visigoth stripe might want to pay attention. Because that’s not an armadillo in our trousers. And, pace Juan Williams, et al., news of our collective death has been greatly exaggerated. (h/t Dave O’C)

First, take your victory lap. Then retire the track forever: U.S. Attorney General Eric Holder said on Monday the United States would close the Guantanamo Bay facility holding terrorism suspects in Cuba, despite missing a previous deadline to do so. On an official visit to Paris, Holder stressed what he called unprecedented intelligence-sharing ties between France and the United States against a united enemy, al Qaeda, that he said still

Ingenious. I’ve never been much into arm wrestling — I have a fear of being tethered to another man by way of nylon straps — but that doesn’t mean I don’t want the strength of an accomplished arm wrestler. Problem partially solved.

This month: Almond Joy candy bar. If anyone needs me, I’ll be drawing a bath. Filled with coffee. And Almond Joy candy bar creamer. A half-dozen honey-glazed Safeway donuts will be playing the role of loofah.

Nuance!