me: “You know racism when you see it, right? Did you hear anything particularly racist in Zell Miller’s convention speech…?” hood: me: “Besides the obvious racism inherent in a southern drawl, I mean…?” hood: me: “…Because I sure as hell didn’t.” hood: me: “…Didn’t find the speech all that frightening, either.” hood: me: “But then, I’ve never been one to fear a 70-something-year-old man—especially one armed with nothing but an
9 French government excuses for forging Niger yellow-cake documents
The US hyperpower needed to be taught a lesson, and France—well, France brings the lesson hammer! Those were simply practice forgeries. Our real forgeries totally incriminate the Jews That Italian boy “Giacomo” looked so cute in his leather pants that we just had to use him for something We thought we were forging a dessert recipe. Honest. You dare remake À bout de souffle with Richard-frickin’-Gere? Two words: Louisiana Purchase
Know your enemies
Andrew McCarthy, The Corner: The NYT doesn’t want to. If you labored through its page one analysis yesterday of the siege in Russia in which nearly 340 people were slaughtered, you’d have to have gone deep into the newspaper and waded down to the 24th paragraph of the story to learn that: “While the extent of international support may be debated, the attacks bear some trappings of Islamic militancy. Officials
From Russia with Love…
…Or, y’know… not. **** Thematically related update: From Harvard with Love… …Or, y’know… not. **** the “if this is true, France should be cut loose from all US-involved alliances and set adrift to deal with its own problems, which begin with its citizens’ unorthodox bathing practices and end with its government’s complete loss of face after being caught trying to fuck its liberators right in the derriere” update: from the
If April showers bring May flowers, what do ongoing Special Forces operations bring…?
Oh yeah? Well then I question the timing of those who question the timing. …Funny how a certain breed of Democrat can spend days excoriating Zell Miller for his histrionic indictment of partisan powerlust at the expense of national security—only to turn right around and greet rumors of an impending Usama bin Laden capture as some kind of electoral tragedy borne of carefully crafted GOP machinations. I mean, I thought
Dry humping the rubicon again
Okay, now I’ve got a raw spot. And a dirty dirty soul. *
If instead of a pampered heiress Teresa Heinz Kerry were a dinner roll at Black Eyed Pea restaurant
THK: “What is that next to me—some sort of breaded fried beef? What kind of savage eats a thing like that…? I demand to be taken off this plate at once.”
You can’t spell “objectivity” without “I object”
A Sunday twofer: Q: What do you get when you cross the LA Times with cercocebus albigena johnstoni (aka., the West African Grey-cheeked Mangabey)? A: A Cercocebus albigena johnstoni (aka,. a West African Grey-cheeked Mangabey) who couldn’t find his ass with both hands and a rudimentary digging tool. **** Q: How many Washington Post staffers does it take to change a lightbulb? A: John Kerry so totally rocks! …Remember, people:
Did I eat a terrycloth leisure suit last night? Because my tongue seems to think I did.
Completely hungover and miserable. Here→ Michael Moore—circus-freak huge and probably hungry. John Kerry—starched, wealthy, and consistently annoying. John Edwards—thumbing through Jane magazine in the waiting area of an upscale salon even as we speak, thinking, Jeez, I sure do love bunnies. Now go. Enjoy your pancakes. update: That’s right. Who’s your daddy now, bitch…?
Feed us, monkey. Now!
Fine, but it’s gonna have to be cashews. Because that’s all I have is cashews. Cashews.
