Not that I’d ever presume to speak for the dead—who have an ontological authenticity all their own—but were it me, I’d give some serious thought to grabbing a fistful of dollar bills and haunting some high class strip club.  Either that, or an all-you-can-eat buffet.  But then, I’m really kinda shallow that way.

As some of you may be aware, we (and I use that in the “we are pregnant” sense) have been caring for a neighbor’s animals while she’s been away.  We had the cats and the dog over at our place, but they seemed not to be able to get used to the removal, and there were goats to take care of over there, so we decamped to our friend’s place

In the wake of the House passing a non-binding resolution that takes us one step further toward officially sanctioning a name change for Iraq (many Democratic lawmakers and a handful of Republicans prefer to call it “Vietnam”), Bushco stooge Bill Ardolino propagandizes for the American Imperialist War Machine in what I can only assume is a last ditch effort to save a failed campaign that has (once we get done

Why do I fail to see the humor?  Maybe I need a break from blogging. Patterico‘s got Ilyka Damen saying it’s no big deal, and Liberal Avenger asking how that Iraq war is going.  I can’t see how I could possibly get drunk enough to be so stupid.  I don’t think I can.  I think I’d pass out long before that happened, or at least lose the ability to type.

My heart bleeds.  Really. Silly me.  I spilled some beer. Shit.  I’m busted. Gee, Beav.  I think I hear my mom calling. See ya, Whitey. Dan Collins is on temporary hiatus while he deals with his fuckhead problem.

they couldn’t get any dumber, the Gang of 88 at Duke stage a super-secret teach-in to counter the McCarthyism of criticizing the Gang of 88.  They wouldn’t allow recording devices, because that would have corrupted the proceedings and provided an opportunity for misrepresentation. They also objected to syllabi being reported.  I have a big, giant Freedom of Information Act form to hammer them with, though. Scum.  Twipe.  Tenured douchebaggery. Epimenides

Shhhhh.  Jeff’s sleeping.  That means we can raid his stash of red pills and defrost the roadkill with a bottle of Hornitos.  I also brought some Placidyll that I found in my Great Aunt Marian’s fridge. Actually, though, this is another thread where you can Popov about whatever laptop you think Jeff should buy.  Only this time, in order to make your comment, you must hit the PayPal button.  Me? 

…If, as the New York Sun reports, the Saudi Commission for the Promotion of Virtue and Prevention of Vice is successful in its efforts to ban the letter “X” (for its resemblance to the Christian cross, an icon already banned in Saudi Arabia), how, then, are Saudis going to be able to find buried treasure?  Or, you know—Jenna Jameson movies? Tough time to be an Arab, I should think… ****

A well-crafted piece on moral equivalence, entitled ”Blunting the Senses in the Name of Fairness”.  Snippet: To recap briefly: Cultural equivalence is evident when Tariq Ramadan depicted those who criticise religious intolerance and intimidation as “extremists”, thereby suggesting some parity of derangement between the people who published cartoons of Muhammad, or argued for the right to do so, and the believers who made homicidal threats and set fire to occupied