What can I say? I’m thorough. If one can believe Matt Sanchez (dubious, given where he’s housed his pecker in the past, I realize — but what the hell, let’s just pretend), the army has concluded its inquiries: After a thorough investigation that lasted nearly a week the 4th Infantry Brigade Combat Team, 1st Infantry Division has concluded that the allegations made by Private Thomas Scott Beauchamp, the “Baghdad Diarist”,

From Stacy McCain, Washington Times, via email (video here): “Welcome to the address that the Council on American Islamic Relations does not want you to hear,” Robert Spencer of Jihad Watch said Thursday, opening a speech to the Young America’s Foundation that caused CAIR to send a letter yesterday demanding “that YAF cancel the subject session. The Washington Times obtained a text of Mr. Spencer’s speech, excerpts of which follow:

Here. Then they head off on vacation. A preemptive “can’t be reached for comment,” if you will. In the comments to this morning’s post, SEK and timmy are (predicably) satisfied with TNR’s post hoc “fact checking.” In fact, in timmy’s case, that satisfaction extends to trying out a series of end zone dances meant to taunt the NEOCON skeptics. You know, those of us who will believe anything. Like, say,

On matters Beauchamp: [Dean Barnett’s post] consists of basically an excuse to link to this intrepid report by Matt “Yes I appeared in Gay porn but that does not mean I am gay and even if I am for some reason the Right-wing gives me a pass anyway” Sanchez (obligatory Onion link), in which his investigation has turned up no one who has seen the disfigured woman (PROOF BEAUCHAMP IS

Were I a terrorist thinking about targeting the good people of India, I’d keep in mind that these seemingly placid subcontinental folk are responsible for giving the world yoga — which, were it not for the fact that your abs and glutes come away looking absolutely fabulous! would no doubt wind up on Andrew Sullivan’s short list of “torture” methods. Instead, no pain, no gain! — and besides, it can’t

me: “Here’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you. Is there ever a time when being too big for your britches is considered a good thing?” Levi’s: “For the last time, you’re not cut out for porn. Trust me. I know these things.”

In response to my earlier post, David Sirota, again writing at the Denver Post blog, characterizes the exchange thus: [David Harsanyi, in a follow-up post linking to PW] […] invokes Michael Moore’s name for no apparent reason, and then lazily refers readers to this guy [yours truly], who makes the argument that essentially says that because – theoretically – there exists someone in America somewhere who calls themselves a member

Reuters reports rescue operation in advance of rescue operation. Geraldo Rivera could not be reached for comment, but his mustache, vacationing in South Beach, noted that “I still feel like a douche just for that whole ‘draw the coordinates in the dirt’ brain fart — and the extent of my involvement was just to sit there on Jerry’s face, curled resolutely and looking, in his words, ‘every bit desert butch.’”

Full disclosure: I was asked to participate in the Denver Post “all-star” blog, but when the thing went live, I was left without a password or login info. Which, it turns out, is probably a good thing, or else I’d be combating nonsense like this, from David Sirota (who, incidentally, was profiled in the Denver paper when he moved to Colorado. He has dogs, I learned, and is passionate about