Okay. So having solved the medulla oblongata issue — which, incidentally, need not apply to zombies, who will drop from any old brain shot, if “The Walking Dead,” eg., is to be believed — I set out today to tighten my groupings and practice aiming at those areas that are most likely to take down a man, a hostage taker, or a zombie. Also included was a coup de grace,

from Mastadon Army:

Because racism.  Only this time, I’m serious. (h/t Mark Levin)  

Relax, people. It’s only a glitch. Happens all the time.  Nothing to get your old lady, rich, white, racist, voting-for-the-wrong-candidate panties in a bunch over, you mewling wingnut whore. The presidential election is just around the corner and voting issues have already become a problem in Guilford County. On Monday, several voters complained that their electronic ballot machine cast the wrong vote.  All the complaints were made by people who

It seems like only last week a bunch of worried looking doctors rushed your Mom into the operating room and sliced her open in order to pull you kicking and screaming out into the world. But it’s okay. We’re all better now. And the scar on Mommy’s abdomen only serves to remind us both of your beautiful smile. Okay. Well maybe not that particular smile. But you get the point.

Man, do I love it when John and Regis get their single malt face on: Neither Obama’s old asshole — nor the new one the boys ripped him here — could be reached for comment. (thanks to Terry H; via Kate)

But the real story is that — as we already all knew, but couldn’t yet prove — The White House, the State Department, and our intelligence services knew in real time that the US consulate in Benghazi was under attack by a terrorist offshoot of Al-Qaeda.  More, they sat on their hands for 7 hours while four Americans were killed — not even moving to bring assets to bear on